You really are something,
Your moods know no stability,
You think everyone hates you,
You have some fixed enimity
With everyone you know,
Although 'know' is a strong word,
You think you know them at a glance,
You're prejudiced and blinded by yourself,
You think you're the only important one,
While you complain about others having
Something called a superiority complex.
You pay no attention,
Once decided, you don't change your mind.
You insult everyone behind their backs,
You yell at us as though we're being impossible,
You think you have no friends when people are trying,
You think you're the only hard-working one,
The only one who's had a miserable life,
The only one who has the right opinion...

But what's the worst thing?
You can't help yourself.
It's a part of you,
You're stuck with it
And no one can blame you,
There's no cure after all,
However much we try,
However much you try,
You're stuck like this.
That must be horrible.
Not just for you
But for us too.
Both you and I need
To put up with you.
I can't imagine how it must be,
To be you.
To feel so hollow,
To have no friends
To feel lonely
Even when you're surrounded by people.
I'm sorry if I ever hurt you.
I'm sorry if I've yelled back,
But it's something inevitable.
Neither of us can help it,
This is how life is going to be,
Until the end.
I cry for you, trust me I do.
And I wish I could help.
It's just that most of the time
I'm hating you.
And I hate myself for hating you.
In truth, I do love you.
Not because I don't have a choice,
But because that's what it is.
I'm sorry.