like rain in a disney movie

I hate being misunderstood.

Hate it. Hate it. Hate it.

I hate trying to be nice and people mistaking it for being mean.

I hate caring so much I end up caring too much and driving people away.

I hate the fact that I hate so many things.

And I hate that I do it all to myself.

To a lot of people, I'm a happy person who always has something funny up her sleeve to whisk out and make everybody laugh. I'm this person because I like making people happy. I try to make people happy. As much as possible. And I like to think I succeed. But because of this, I am percieved as just a happy person. The sunshine in peoples' lives, or at least I like to think that I am. I'm not allowed to be anything other than happy and tired. If I get upset or sad, people mistake me for being hateful and heinous. But the thing is, I take care of so many people, that there's no one left to take care of me...


The worst thing you could do to me is yell at me. Tell me you love me and that you care, then the second I snap and stop being that ray of sunshine, turn around a call me a bitch. Scream at me. Explain to me that the world does not revolve around me. Get my intentions all wrong.

Nothing is coming out right. Nothing ever comes out right.

From the Sea of Sunshine and Rain,
Calli