As if I’m hurting the world’s hurt like some anomaly and my existence is burdensome and intrusive to those who deserve to live righteous and sanctimonious lives. And here I am, contaminating that which is just and deserving simply by my mere existence. I fully acknowledge this with a bountiful and apologetic heart to the world whose obscure deliverance of me was regretfully arbitrary and incorrect at best. How can I effectuate a remedy? How can I excuse myself from this level of incongruency that I arrived at? How can I dissolve the intrusion I impose on mankind? Imagine being bound in a place where you’re unwanted and can’t do a thing about it, to everyone’s detriment and expense. Your days are filled with guilt and penitence, and your nights consumed indefinitely with tears. Your future is apprehensively approached with dread as if you know disaster is looming right around the corner. Anxiety eats at you with an insatiable and gluttonous appetite. And they wonder why you won’t dance or celebrate with them. Leave them be, carefree and hopeful. I wouldn’t want to change their joyous hearts. So you can find me cowering in the corner where no one can see me, knees hugged tightly to my chest until it’s over and done. While I exit I feel the stares of pity guide me home. A bewildering sight drawn in pencil by the almighty, signed, sealed, and delivered.