*self-explanitory.*

People are completely wrapped up in their own perceptions of me and who they think I am that they forget I'm a real person.

People don't understand the fact that I am not what their adolescent minds interpret me to be.

I fail to understand the fact that people can be so horribly critical, and deny that they are.

I also fail to see how people can go on in life, completely carefree and naive to the fact that they boosted their self-confidence by means of bittersweet cruelty and immature boasts.

Those who were once always there for me, people who cared about me and whom I truly cared about, have abandoned me to live in a world of meaningless half-lives.

People who think that, because of my usually blithe disposition, I can't be taken seriously, need to find a new way to preoccupy themselves and learn that parsimony only ends in their demise.

You all don't understand that I am one of God's many creations who, like all others, have flaws. If you can't accept the fact that I'm not who you envisage me to be, you need to take a long, hard look at who you are..