Some people catch my eye, charm the sight, but a mean ass old dog is my only friend. I'm sorry he can tell that something is wrong with me. Things aren't right. I am not doing good. I am not dealing with things very well, it's like a sea of it, everyone, waves coming in, and I don't want to look at it anymore. I'm always wrong, everything I do is wrong. I just say whatever it is, it's right. I don't care anymore. Everyone is faultless, it's my fault, bless you all with perfection, I'll be imperfection, no grace, nothing. You are all sacred and I am not. Call me a drug addict, it's on your tongue, you insult me, you offend me. Do not apologize. You do not know me, you know a small part but you do not know the whole me at all, just a portion, a little splice and sprinkle of the truth in a paradise unknown, a rainstorm today, thank God, thank you, God.