“Here you pass me by with barely a glance, absorbed in your own world, passing judgement based on what you see – not what you know. You don’t know me. You don’t know the life I’ve led, or the choices I’ve made. I’ve made decisions – some of them were good, and some of them bad. Have I not paid the price for my decisions? My actions? Do I not wish that I could go back and change the past? Deep inside, you know how close you came to being where I am today, yet I am the one here, not there amongst you. You are quick to judge me, but let me ask you: Would you even try to help if I asked?”
And Failure simply lay there, with nothing to say.