I don’t know where all the trouble keeps coming from and what the problem is all about, and I’ve been doing everything just to hold my peace by sitting quietly as a mouse. Every time I turn around it’s the very same people who just want to see my anger aroused, but when I finally stop speaking and not dealing with you, then hopefully then you would figure it out. You’re like a scab that never heal with burning coal in my eyes and white vinegar in between my teeth, and you’ve always been so hateful carrying a jealous heart, that only shows me that your mind is weak. If you would only take the time just to look at yourself and maybe then you’ll be able to see, that although you are old and advanced in age, that you could never live your life through me. Just love your own life whether young or old because our life could be gone in an instant, but I will give you the respect that you so deserve, and just keep loving you from a distant.