lunatic

it's difficult when people react to you like you're crazy. when expressions of concern or worry get translated as badgering and harassing. when all you're trying to say is "i care about you and want you to be well," and yet all that seems to be heard is "you've not met my expectations" (no matter how sincerely felt the former and far from the truth the latter might be). 

it's tough to wear your heart on your sleeve when all the world seems to want to do is hand you a handkerchief with a "hey you've got a spot there you might want to wipe out." i'm not made for this world. no matter how i try to connect i seem to keep missing. 

yeah, it is difficult when people think you're a lunatic. it's even worse when you start to think that maybe they're right.