Ah, yes, you with the perfect life. Never ruffled any feathers. Never embarrassed yourself. Little miss perfect.
Well, I am not talking to or about you. Go back to your first love. Your mirror.
For the rest of us, you remember that time when you really and truly wished you had never been borne? That day, when everyone was laughing at you while your tears were a river?
That day, when you ran upstairs and slammed the door, and pushed your face into the pillow, and promised you would never go out again?
On your worst day, at your worst time, when you wanted only silence???
Someone loved you. But, you refused to hear them.