Who is Love? Sorry, We Haven't Met

Have you ever felt like you were wrong? You never fit a label, or a personality. Somehow you ended up with one group and felt a yearning for the other. Have you ever had that voice inside of you that just whispers terrible things to you, terrible horrid things about yourself no one else knows? Have you ever felt insecure? Add a few units of sadness, multiply that for hate for the world. For everyone in it. Except for maybe a few, and you aren't one of them. That's how I feel. Everyone has their secrets. I, have too many.