What should I be? I suppose I want to be the hero, but not really, and I want to be the one, but not really, anymore. Mostly I want you to look at me and realize what happened and say sorry at least, and really consider me for a moment in your own padded organized mind and then let me give you your dog back and I will take that tiny chunk of my identity back, the one that you walked off with, and I will take it back and hold on.