Sometimes. I feel like the rest of the world knows a secret.
And I'm the only one not in on it.
Sometimes.
Sometimes I feel like no one likes me.
But they just pretend.
Because they're scared of me.
Sometimes I feel like I only have friends so they can use me.
To put their problems on.
To get answers from.
To talk about behind my back.
Most of the time I feel strong.
Unstoppable.
But then, sometimes, no one talks to me.
And I feel like they've forgotten they're supposed to play their role.
And pretend to like me today.
Forgotten that I'm not in on the secret.
That the rest of the world is in on.
Except me.