What skeletons live in your closet?

All I've ever wanted in life was to be loved. To be respected. To be looked up to.

I don't have a story. I'll tell you I do, in person. I'll make you shed tears for a boy who never was and never will be. But thats not me. I'm not that boy, and my lifes not that interesting.

I'm just a person.

You want to know what skeletons are in my closet? They don't have names. Just like dreams, they don't get names, just pictures, moments, and ideals. Thats what they are, I suppose. pictures moments and ideals. Dreams unrealized.

I don't think theres a picture for that.

(From Consumating)