I've seen kids who spit and act so sick it would make you all go slightly flip. I've talked to guys twice as bad as the baddest one you've ever had. Medicated minds, entwined and stumbling upon each other blindly, like two deaf guys nodding kindly and neither one proceeds. Their earthly bulks of flesh and bone, slowly turning another stone to get somewhere in this human strife, to get past traumas of past life. But why did mother beat you at night? Why didn't daddy do what's right? Did he inted to attend your ball games, or did you bring him such a shame, throw too much dirt on your family name? Was he too embarrased to harass you, and that's why you chose to be cruel towards the gold fish in your bowl, or towards those frogs you found outside and happily smashed with rocks. We all can see that you reflect, so stop pretending, for your own sake.