People use to underrate me, all of my life, and that is fine. I have no complaints. I have my privacy. I can walk the street without being hassled. I can be a regular guy.
People use to leave me in the middle of nowhere when I need them most, and that is fine. I have no complaints. I have my strength and only I know the horrible price I paid to be strong again.
But I have complaints when people ask about my silence. I have complaints with their fake sympathy. Fake smile. Fake friendships. Fake love.
I don't need your fake feelings.
Thanks for leaving me when I needed you most.
