I am alone
And I refuse to believe that
People are my friends
It’s true that
They all just pity me
I’ll never accept the fact that
They like me for me
I can see that
They barely put up with me
I’m tired of hearing
It’ll all work out fine
I know that
I’m a loner
And I’m tired of thinking
Hope exists
I believe
I’m fine by myself
I’ll never say again that
I need people
The truth?
I’m pathetic
And I won’t believe that
People care

These are the lies I believed for so long, until I flipped the script.