"It's always going to be like this, isn't it?

My nature. Though I try, I can not change.

So, I scream at the wind. At least for a moment. "

I just needed to make this piece. Vent out the frustrations. The bitterness.

It feels, that no matter how kind or no matter how tolerant I am, it doesn't really matter.

Some people, just can't handle how I truly am. It's frustrating. I'm not some damn demon.

I'm just a man.