Who cares if I wanted to be someone else? I find comfort in this because there none in you. And the question remains the same...who dragged this conscience down? Who buried esteem? Cut down from nothing, I can barely breathe. A life-long laugh track, so just forget me. I don't exist. I never did (stay quiet, please). And it's funny how I wanted to be you. To have the quick wit/hip shit--all form fit. But so resigned, you can have it all.