I'm always wrong.

Because no matter what I do or say, I will fail again and again. You all amuse yourselves with my dead body, unaware my soul lives on, shredding through it one time and another.

I'm always wrong.
Because I'm not tough. I simply can't find the strenght to put in words what nature never gave me, but I found for myself. At first it seemed like a beautiful gift, the most enchanted fairy tale. Desilusion came upon me as I realized my fantasy world had become my very personal hell. And assuming hell has the most various types of forms, my puny existence transforms into something even more unbearable.

I'm always wrong.
Because I am not alive nor am i humane. I don't see, I don't breath, I don't smell, I don't touch, I don't hear, I don't laugh, I don't love, I don't hate, I don't live and I don't die. Living as a monster behind these shadows has proven to be challeging, as I constantly have the need to change my shelter, and this one always turns into an enemy. However, this condition of mine never revealed itself to be something unwanted. In certain ways, I like my deformed self, much to the displease of my crowd.

I'm always wrong. I'm always selfish. I'm always aweful. I'm always illogical, irracional, out of my way, stupid, temperamental, emocional, hot-headed, egotistical, dramatical, agressive, unwanted.

Why?

And before you tell me I'm making this all about myself, STOP PUSHING ME.
You keep pushing me, and then handing me my faults.

I know I am always wrong.
But you are not always right.