I . . .

I smile, I laugh, I dance, I hide my pains, I feel pain, I act numb, I stand up, I faint in my head, I scream inside, I sing outside, I walk in crowds and still feel alone. I always feel incomplete. No matter what I get in life. Even if I could dance like MJ, act like Sean Penn, play like slash, sing like John Lennon, get wild like Kurt Cobain, get popular like Elvis, be pretty like Monroe, could help like Teressa, could revolutionize like Che Guevara, or think like Einstein.

I always feel something is missing, and that's the secret of my success or my downfall. I am never satisfied with results. Even if I am, I always think of possibilities to be better.