I can’t draw if I want to draw something in my free time, but if I want to draw to distract myself from class I’m fucking Michelangelo.
I see drug addicts and drunkards.
All sitting besides me,
Filed into their according rows,
And they sing and they nod, and they truly believe what they want:
And I am wrong for not sitting besides them.
I am wrong for not joining their ranks into hypocrisy.
So when they walk, and they fall, I will stand and I will say: this is the truth, this I what you failed to see.