Is it me, or is it me? Right on, I know it's me, cause I know how I deviate from the norm. I belong to the misconstrued minority of our vapid society. "Vapid..," I can't help being opinionated about the world I'm in. Sometimes I feel like a miserable misfit. In a world of black and white, I dwell in the gray area that only a few would ever want to tread. We all breathe underneath the same sky, and while I'm staring at the colossal rotten malady of our society, flashing in full blown technicolor, everybody's blinded or blinds themselves by the sweet icing shrouding it and drooling to take a nosedive to hell.