If you were me
you would love love but curse those fortunate enough to have found it.
you would want to get close but be too patient and to yourself that you ruin any chance of it.
you would be in parental imprisonment but not fight for change.
you would hate the way things are but let it go.
you would fear rejection but rarely have the opportunity because of your quiet and fearful nature.
you would want more but not put in the effort necessary.
you would hate hatred and any of its forms, but hate hatred itself.
you would be a hipocrite but not try to change.
you would have a crush on someone that is taken but you had the opportunity.
you would keep everything to yourself and feel like you are about to burst but you are too afraid to let it out.
you would know what's wrong but do it anyway.
you would hate mind altering substances but never gave them a chance.
you would find reasons to be grateful but take advantage of all of them.
you would hate people that feel the need for meaningless relationships but wish you could find love.
you would have people that call themselves friends but don't show any signs of care.
you would call people friends but not show any signs of care even if you did care.
you would hate me but at the same time love me.
you would bore yourself to death but not try to find something worthwhile to do.
you would kill yourself, trust me.