There
Is no evil anywhere;
We create it and find difficult to do away with it then!

No amount of love that you give me will make me love myself and I'm so sorry for that.

The world outside my home is an ugly place.
People call me names
People bully me
People just hate me
And I don't know why.
What did I ever do to them that made them
feel such hate towards me?

Some days I come home with bruises on my knees
Or just simply with tears running down my face.
As much as I didn't want to face the horrors
that awaited me outside each day, I still did.

And now, each time I look at my scars from the past,
It reminds me of the brave and invincible person I am
today.

So I thought something
But now I'm starting to think
Was I wrong

along the well travelled road by the side of hwy 92
in Alabama , I took the long way getting here,
most mysterious days I spent on hallucinogenics
back in Michigan a long ways from here
many years ago spent liquor fueled nights
with all the Tourist girls in Ft. Walton Beach,
Andalusia is where I thought I had
settled down, with wife and kids.
gave Denver a whirl back in the
Disco days,
Then I found Clayhatchee, sort of a resting place,
for my Endorphin lacking mind to rest. Found there,
I did, a sort of calm, no shortages of drama.
Everyone knowing you, talking , I heard so much
of every other person living here, all their ***** laundry,
how could I not fit in?
As soon as I unpacked I was involved with everyone's ex,
at least in the rumors, had all the old hardlegs jealous.
Hell, I may move again, to New Mexico. Or just stay here,
and call them all loco as I dial my phone, for some
more endorphins.