You look at me so accusing or assuming or maybe confusing. And just so you know too much has happened, to turn my back on what I've become. No regrets. After years of wanting to grab this life by the balls, I may have turned crazy, but there is no place I would rather be. Beating my head against a wall. I'm surprised my brain is still intact. I guess I'm living how I'm predisposed, but definitely now how I'm supposed to. It is just now who I am. I guess I should explain myself. I would know exactly where to turn, but it only makes me feel like more of a slave. And I don't want to behave how the deem is right