I'm always made to feel like the odd man out. I have an image about myself that I can't even fight back against.
I'm just gonna come out and say it. Having creative abilities and/or talents ruins just as much as it creates. Your always a slave to inspiration/imagination, always at its mercy. Operating under a make believe control you tell yourself you have.
The control isn't there...the only control you have is the control to not control anything involved around the arts. It chose me. I Diddnt choose it.
Wonder what it'll have me do today...wonder what I will owe and to whom.
Sometimes a man just wants to blend in. I can't even blend into my own family. Damn. I just stick out. Perception games till death will change.