Not many do care about what I say, I can hear them ask why bother anyway, I write this to help me be calm, inner turmoil making life a massive storm, the outside is light, and the inner is dark, I feel the need to fit in, to belong, even though I've known who I am all along, I feel like I need to be a part of something bigger, like the guy who takes the bullet for you when they pull the trigger, my life was never nice enough to have become shambles, I have nothing aside from words sometimes, that is the reason I ramble, my mind resides within itself, not wanting help, just to please someone else, I feel horrible when I am not as good as I should be, telling myself I do all I can is not enough for me, I really have a problem living with myself, somedays I feel like I would do better as someone else, it comes around full circle I know, yin and yang are always bros...