You know you are wrong, you just don't know why. There is a nagging homunculus scraping your inner ear, distracting you from rational thought. A mirror shows a vision of a hero you aspire to be, but when you feel your face to confirm its existence, there is nothing but a featureless mass. Your wrong has become you.
I AM NOT A WRITER, BECAUSE...
There is always an excuse to keep your thoughts and creations to yourself.