Tired

i'm sick and tired. fascades, appearances, image. is that why loners exist?

i don't know what you think of me. i don't want to care, but i can't help to.

behaviours and mentality of some disgusts me.

am i a bitch in your eyes?

or a little missus with parents for support and a rich boyfriend in tow?

leave me alone, i don't need to explain. Just leave me alone.

why do you care? so what's with me spending time with kevin?

people whom i thought were friends shocked me with their choice of words, their pieces of conversation.

i wonder what you say behind my back.

what's the BIG issue here? does my life seems interesting to you? so much that it becomes juicy gossip?

that's at least what i think it is.

people, i don't like them. am i wrong? am i the only 1?

smile, act like you don't care, act like you don't mind their teasing. that's what my head tells me.

i wonder if birds of the same kind flock together.

are they all like that?

where are those i believe were my friends?

fake.

is that what the world is made of?

facade.

so what if it looks nice?

friends.

who needs them?