A Letter of Concern

Dear You-Know-Who-You-Are,

I'm struggling. Truth be told, after a few go-arounds with you, I just don't know if I'll be able to muster up good feelings towards your offerings. Where's the you I knew and loved? If that's you, if that's truly you hidden somewhere in the caterwauling in the midst of Viva la Vida, well, then please just step out and reveal yourself, because except for here and there (far too sparsely), I can't seem to find you. I'd've preferred it that you just stand up and be yourself. Much appreciated.

Adam