I’m surrounded by people who think they know me just because they can tell me my favorite color, or the way I brush my hair back.

They think they know me and they walk around putting on a front that says they do. This gives them courage to speak on what they think is going on in my life and dismiss the real problem. They put themselves a head of me, like a giant bright spot light.

I’m not asking for a spot light. I’m not asking for people to care what I have to say. I’m not asking them to get to know me. Quite frankly, I don’t want them to know me, I don’t care if they know what my favorite movie is or why I count things in three’s.

I’m asking for that front, to go away. I’m asking for the fake smiles to stop, for the questions to stop, for the crossing of boundaries to stop because I’m tired.

I’m tired and I’m miserable. I don’t want to be a miserable person, so I refuse to surround myself by people who make me so. I am so much more than they make me out to be.

I’m a kind person, always thinking of someone who is close to me. I am smart, book smart and people smart if you ever give me the chance. I’m passionate about my career and hobbies. I have all this love to give but when I get nothing in return, you’ve lost me.

And maybe I’m better off lost.