Stricken by this dreadful woe, I had been struggling not in solitude, but in hellhole. I was a fool from the very beginning. I was nothing…yes, but a fool.

If I might put it more correctly, you, people of the world, would readily condemn my stupidity; because there could be no word more fitting to describe what I had done to my woes but…yes, stupidity.  I would, could, should…never have learned what was the right thing to do.

They say, “When you fall down, stand up with might.”  I always do the contrary and end up seemingly begging for more falling down.  I consider all things equivocal: I stumble because I wrong - and I deserve it.  Move forward, but slow…be very careful and satisfy the hungry, i.e. the wolves in my life.  It is a direct denial of my self-worth. I always look down on myself, thinking and believing that I must always let others consider me as the best. Not a dot of doubt must they think about any incapability.  I am invincible and I fool myself in many occasions.  This is the reason why people always challenge me and put me down because, yes, I give them so much.  I give them all…my all.  But, I now wonder for whom is my all.  They still like to let me give more after I have been sucked dried…wasted…and left to wander on my own.

Thanks then…to those who, at least, never judge me…like you. 

(enclosed image from: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/0/08/My_all.jpg/200px-My_all.jpg)

Note:  T.D. says, “Thanks that you appreciate the song as well.  I never have thought you will interpret it this far, my friend”