I freakin' hate this feeling. Sometimes I think you love me. At others I swear you hate me. Usually I think you forget about me. Alwaysโ I just lie to myself. Saying: It doesn't matterโ I'm sure he just thinks That it doesn't bother me. That I am tougher than the restโ I have convinced myself this is a valid excuse. That my tough exterior is a good reason. When in all honesty, I know one thing for sure: I should never be treated like a second, Just because I am the one that can take it.