I imagine them with me when I feel down and out, but when I'm with them it feels they're trying to make me this way.
I talk and no one listens, but when I'm quiet it's almost as if I'm yelling.
I smile and no one questions, but when my face is drawn I am questioned.
I love unconditionally, but they are conditional.
I laugh alone, but I weep and the whole world hears.
There is no middle ground.
