Am I the victim or the perpetrator?
Do I wish for too much?
Or, do I accept too little?
Do I compare myself to the bright morning sun?
Or, am I really the evil one, that lurks in the dark?
Is wanting what one will not, or can't give, a good reason to leave?
Or should I stay, and live a life that drags one into more of life misery?
Want it, or not, that's the real question