How is it that in a room full of people I can feel completely alone? There are people beside me and in front of me and behind me, there are people who like me, people who hate me and yet others who don't even notice me. But no one sees underneath the exterior. No one sees past the solid, unfeeling, heartless person they see at first glance. They only want to tell me how to live my life. What I should do, how i should act, what I should wear, what I should know.
Who I should become. Why can't people accept anything about me? Why doesn't anyone want to see anything other than the exterior? I've made some bad choices, gotten involved with the wrong people, but I do care, I do feel.
I am human.
Why is that so hard to see?
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