| I am not like the rest of the people I know, fior my thinking is unclear and my emotions overflowed. From my point of view it can all seem so clear, but there appears to be no end to the voices I hear. They can be so very right and so very wrong, I just wish I could understand what in the hell is going on. And as if that isn't enough, I am always without an excuse, to explain my doubts and cover the abuse. For the day can not grant me pardon at the night thrives on the pain. That I feel deep in my heart and construct in my brain. |
