No Dream Is Ever Just A Dream.

When I Was About 7 Years Old, I Had Been Labeled Dyslexic. I'd Try To Concentrate On What I Was Reading, Then I'd Get To The End Of The Page And Have Very Little Memory Of Anything I'd Read. I Would Go Blank, Feel Anxious, Nervous, Bored, Frustrated, Dumb. I Would Get Angry. My Legs Would Actually Hurt When I Was Studying. My Head Ached. All Through School And Well Into My Career, I Felt Like I Had A Secret. When I'd Go To A New School, I Wouldn't Want The Other Kids To Know About My Learning Disability, But Then I'd Be Sent Off To Remedial Reading.

I'm Always Around My Mother And Sisters. I Always Wanted To Be A Father, A Husband.

When You Talk About Emotional, Chemical Imbalances In People, There Is No Science Behind That.

Even In My Dreams, I’m An Idiot Who Knows He’s About To Wake Up To Reality.

No Dream Is Ever Just A Dream.