I am so sick of people's expectations of and assumptions about me.

I am sick of the way my actions are scrutinized, watched silently by cunning eyes, then spread all over on filthy, malicious tongues like poison; a fetid, fulsome miasma.

I am sick of how my intentions and thoughts are twisted through the repulsive kaleidoscope of other people's minds, how they see my actions and come up with their own reasons and conclusions about why I act the way I do, even though every single interpretation they come up with are false and hurtful.

I am sick of how, no matter what I do, I seem to be stuck in a bad light anyway.

I am sick of how, when I need acceptance and comfort, I find judgment.

I am sick of how, when I give loyalty, I find betrayal.

I am sick of how, because of another's selfish act, I lose someone's trust.

I am sick of how, when I try to be a friend, I end up being the "bad" person.

No matter which path I choose to tread, I will end up being "traitor".

If I'm truly the bad person you think I am, I'd flip you the middle finger and ask you to go to ****.

But you're wrong. You're all wrong.