Why do you hate me?
What have I done to have your eyes burn me?
I thought I was a friend.
I would do anything to make sure a smile stayed or your round face.
Pleasing you was my mission, and it seem never impossible.
Now you want even look at me.
It is as I have hurt.
We pass each other and do not speak it as if we do not breathe.
I tried to say something, but I can tell it is a burden.
Why is it always me that cause you pain?
Did I do something wrong?
I tried to make everything right, but my patience is almost gone. I look at you once again, and I all I can think of is I do not like me.
Misconception 