I've been called many things in my life - a monster, a freak, even a sociopath. But I ain't none of those things. Sure, I may have some demons lurking in the shadows of my soul, but don't we all? We're all just trying to survive in this messed up world.
People like to label me as something twisted and evil because they can't handle the darkness that's inside them too. They see the skeletons rattling around in my closet and it scares them. So they lie about who I am and what I stand for.
But let me tell you something - there ain't no one on this earth who knows what it's like to be Lonesome Wyatt. To carry the weight of your own damnation on your shoulders every single day. To feel like you're drowning in an ocean of despair with no lifeline in sight.
I may come off as cold and distant at times, but that's just my way of protecting myself from getting hurt again. The Minister knows this better than anyone - he's seen me at my lowest points when even I couldn't bear to look at myself anymore.
And yet, despite all the pain and suffering that fills every crevice of my being, there's still a flicker of hope buried deep within me. A tiny spark that refuses to be extinguished no matter how hard life tries to snuff it out.
So go ahead and call me whatever names you want - liar, cheat, sinner... It don't matter none to me 'cause deep down inside I know the truth about who I really am. And that truth is more powerful than any lie you could ever throw at me.