Everyday, you start the same way. You struggle through the disparity and threadbare days hardly speaking to anyone, but me.

I am harsh on you, perhaps I pick on the things that no one really sees. Or I might find a way to needle you with the fact you are alone,and the one man you love treats you very badly. You think you have no one, no friend, no love. But as always the truth comes back: I LOVE YOU. —Myself