I happen to understand that in your lonely life--no matter how you desist it-- you have this utter need for attention that you mostly mask with sheer sarcasm. I tell you, your eyes can only conceal too much,
Your cynicism is a reflection of your fear...
Your bubbly antic and righteous blabber despense your fear for continuous rejection.
So, please know that I understand...
and I'll try to patiently understand...
because unlike you, I have real friends.
Unlike you, I am loved...
Unlike you, I am grounded...
and,
Unlike you, I am wanted.
