I'm a stranger to myself in my own mind. How I feel and what I think run on different lines of time. I'm good is how I feel but ashamed in my brain for the bad selfish things. Bad people do bad things and don't mind. Good people do bad things and suffer. How can you be good when you cry and you hide and you wish you would die or go blind in the eye of your mind? You feel sad when you see others who suffer and you wish you could help but you don't think you deserve or have enough in reserve to earn there respect.