Love. The one thing the people in my life seem to forget.

Maybe it's their lack of knowledge, or maybe it's me.

I don't understand it though; I'm nice, friendly, I listen and I help.

Why me?

Why does it seem like everybody takes their anger out on me?

What did I do to deserve this? I honestly have no idea.

If in some way, I did do something, it would be nice if people told me,

Instead of just seeking the poisonous pleasure of sweet revenge.

For the moment, confinement between my flourescent walls is my haven.

It pains me to know that one step away can bring me to tears.

The same tears that hide from others.

Full of emotion and confusion that I'm sure will explode with time.

How much is uncertain.

For the last little while, with no one to rely on, I share my life with a pen and paper;

Paper shows no emotion, no love.

But, then again, it's no different from the people I know around me, or at least i though I knew.

The one thing I want to accomplish in life is to find someone who truly understands me, inside and out.

Someone who understands that my life isn't a sweet cup of tea.

Someone who I can trust with ease.

Someone who will share the pain of my past.

Someone who will love me as an equal.

The same someone who will be my friend, family, teacher, student, adviser;

my everything all at once.

Someone who will appreciate my idividuality and quietness, my creativity and mind. Someone who is comfortable to be themself, and allows me to be me;

To believe what I want, to think how I want to be who I was, is and forever will be.

To find this person, it might take a lifetime, or no time at all.

I have no idea who it is, or where they may be.

All I know, is that there is someone.

Somewhere.

The one thing about keeping to yourself, is that no one knows what's on in the inside, the true you.

They assume it's life through rose-coloured glasses.

What they don't know is that if they care enough, enough to remove the glasses, they find the tears that longed so much to escape.

The tears that were kept on the inside.

Not only can they see them, but the fact that they cared enought to remove the glasses, helps them to feel them.

Now, the question is,

Do you care?