I don't think you realize how much I truly hurt inside. I cannot be like you. I am not you. Your criticism of me, in efforts to make me more like you, hurt. I know you do and say what you feel is right. But what's right for you isn't right for all. I understand the value of what you say, but it's such a stretch for me to be the way you wish me to be.
It's as if you don't really know how much pain I feel inside. So often I feel maybe it's better that I never existed. I don't know how to play by the same set of rules as others. Hopefully I'll find my way. And hopefully I'll learn to be more understanding so I don't get hurt as easily. You're doing what you think is best. You're trying to help me. But I am not you. You don't truly know me.
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