"He is like a bright moon,
Casting an ominous light on me late at night,
I was the only one in the range he illuminated,
I have nowhere to run. "
Very bloody, illogical, the product of going crazy in high school.
Feeling bad about myself
Don't scold my son. Don't scold me. If you don't like it, please row him away.
Purpose: The prerequisite for loving others is to love yourself