and these are my faults.
and these are my faults. so you know whats wrong with this writing.
understanding the slant. whatever---and realising i cannot tell you without
them affecting how i tell you. my faults. --- wanting to be accepted by
everyone. and i try to appear wiser than i am. because i like to be wise.
i want to be special. ever since i was a boy. wanting to be more than
everyone else. so i act like i know everything. like ive been let in on
the big secret and you havent. and if youre nice ill let you in on part of
it. as some type of favour. and im writing this paragraph to absolve myself.
so i dont sound conceited. but deep down. its a warning. that none of us
are perfect. no matter how much i want to be. so read with a critical
eye.
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