I try hard. I try really hard. But obviously not hard enough. People see my smile and think, oh she is happy. The world sees my smile and thinks, oh she has a smile, let’s destroy it. But no one understands, that all my pain, my years of torture, all my scars, are hidden behind that smile. When you try to destroy my smile, you’re not just taking my smile. You’re taking another piece of my soul as you walk away laughing with your friends or satisfied with yourself. Do you know how bad it hurts? Well obviously you don’t, because if you did, you wouldn’t do it to anyone else. Why? Why do you try so hard to break what’s already been broken? Not fractured, not cracked, not bent, but broken. Why do you hate me? What did I ever do to you? I’ve avoided you. I didn’t say anything to you. I haven’t in my life. So why me? Does it make you feel better? When you see me crying, and you act like you care, is that part of your game? You can’t be two people. Do you not like me because I don’t worship you like everybody else? Because I’m honest and don’t just tell you what you want to hear? Well then I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being me. But I truly feel sorry for you. You’re so neglected and shamed of who you are that you need to take it out on me to get approval from you friends. I’d be your friend, even after the way you treated me. Because I know what it feels like. What it’s like to be forgotten, neglected, broken, lost, and tossed out.