I’m Sick Of This

I’m sick and tired of the way most people treat me around here. 
 

Like I’m somehow below them.

Like I’m so ignorant that I could never understand a word they are saying.

Like what I am saying doesn’t matter.

Like my opinions are immediately invalid.

Like their music is so much better than mine, and mine sucks.

Like everything I like sucks.

Like they are uncomfortable around me.

Like they don’t actually want to be having a conversation with me.

Like they wish I wasn’t in the room with them.

Like they wish I wasn’t there, ever.

Like they wish I just didn’t exist. 

I just wish there were people here like back home, people that care about others. I wish there were just people here would really care about me. I just wish I had my friends here…Abbie, Chesney, Aubree, Jon… People that really get me.

People that really love me.