She tried to hang me high...

I guess I should be used to it by now ... generally not being liked by most people ... only getting through to a few. It's always been this way, yet still, when I get a clear and undeniable reminder, it stings a little anyway. I'd be lying if I said it didn't effect me; to this day it does. I try to hide it though. Pretend like I'm above it. Little do they know that somewhere deep down I'm still that kid from middle school, looking around the yard, trying to find someone to eat lunch with. I soon realised that it doesn't taste different if you eat it alone ... and if you hold your head high enough, people will mistake your loneliness for pride.

All our opinions are false and don’t matter in the grand scheme of things. We live, we die. We
as individuals don’t matter in this world, we will be a memory if we're lucky. But soon, even our memory will die and then maybe someone will utter our name in passing in this age of technology, as a footnote to something that grabbed more of their attention. So why do we feel we are in a one man play? Why do we want to accomplish so much just to be bellowed as heroes, to be adored or thought highly of by other people who do not even have favourable opinions of themselves? You see the truth is that the trace we leave in this world does not matter, it does not matter at all.