Is it me or you? I move through my day, each the same a the one before. I expect no change in out come. I feed my kids, talk to my dog, and smile when my wifes pants don't cover her thong. I go to work, I do ok. Bout the same as all of you. Yet in my mind, no faults can hide from that ravenous infestation of you. I am not right, with the words that I use, and so clearly you say it were so. My wishes and dreams, the dumbest of things, when the message does no properly transcode. So inside my head, I live with the fear of the yelling and calling of names. I am not perfect, and flawed to the core, yet you tell me what a great father I am. So now that I close myslef and my thoughts off from the one person whom must know. I lay here in bed, no lights on my head, for the candle was blown out long ago.

I ask again, is it me or you?