I hate being told I'm wrong, or being laughed at
I hate the stares when they know
I hate being told I'm paranoid because I'm not! It has already happened and I am trapped.
I hate that I'm right and that they all know
I hate not knowing
I hate knowing that they know
I always ask myself if I did the right thing, and everyday I have to see my answer.
every fucking day
and what am I supposed to do?
Leave?
no
fucking
way
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