|My little Minnie-Moo|
At what point?Everyone hates me, but I don't know why.At what point? by Vampirefreak911
I'm nor the hero, or the bad guy.
I never did anything to anybody.
Yet I'm treated like a guilty man that's been set free.
I know I've done nothing wrong.
But I can't help but think I did something.
They think I don't like them.
They think I act like I'm to good for them.
It's not that I swear.
I just know I'm not welcome.
Not often but enough.
When someone is new, you warn them of me.
The second my name comes up, rumors spread like a disease.
I wonder if you thought it to much trouble just to ask.
I've heard the things you say about me.
Over the years I've grown numb to your words.
Or so I like to think.
To you I'm untouchable.
A being with who could not care about life or death.
But I know all to well that I am broken inside.
Knowing the pain of silent tears behind closed doors.
At what point does the hate of others make you hate yourself?