What good is being loved by many when the few i love don't? What good is being beautiful, intelligent or popular when those few ridicule me, strip me of my dignity, and make me feel worthless and useless? Nothing is ever good enough; nothing is ever right. No effort is seen; no accomplishments are acknowledged. Yet I continue to accept the abuse, seeking approval and love from an empty well. Unable to discover my freedom I dream of brighter days and happiness. This is my life. It never ends.
