Dear Irrelevants,
You look at me and see the boy who lives inside the golden world. But don't believe that's all there is to see. You'll never know the real me. He smiles through a thousand tears and harbors adolescent fears. He dreams of all that he could never be. He wades in insecurity and hides himself inside of me. Don't say I take it all for granted. I'm well aware of all I have. Don't think I am disenchanted.
Please understand.
It seems as if I've always been somebody else outside looking in. Well, here I am for all of them to to bleed. But they can't take my heart from me and they can't bring me to my knees. They'll never know the real me.
- Doc.
