Why do they insist on torturing me?
I don't ask much.
A little respect.
Some understanding.
Tolerance.
Why must they be so quick to judge?
Why must they jump to conclusions?
No amount cliches can describe them.
Friends, family, everyone.
I hate them.
I love them.
I cherish them.
But I feel as though they refuse to return such feelings.
I'm lost...
