I'm at a crowded party and I'm screaming as loud as I can, and only one person seems to turn to me to ask me what's wrong.
To me, this is more disturbing than anything Rob Zombie has ever come up with.

The fact that I've only been able to articulate myself well enough to one person is less than comforting.
I'll console myself with the hopes that this is only a cry for attention, some conceited way of getting what I want.

But deeper inside of me there is a fear that I'm just like the people who I least understand.
And maybe, in that case, I can relate to them, and do all I can to avoid ending up like them.

Well, there is only one way to avoid the inevitable.

Cheers,
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