You seem to hide at the bottom of beer bottles. And come out the vulgar mouths of drunks. Or worst you find yourself carrying the burden of constant lies on your shoulders. Lies told by the innocent to keep the innocent safe. Why do you hurt so many people? How can you do so much damage, be so ugly yet be so wanted? But I need you like everyone else. Sorry sometimes I just can't deal with you and sometimes I cover you with a cloak of lies. I'm scared of you that's why.