Patience. Realization hit me today and I've realized, I'm not patient. I play with people minds and manipulate their thoughts. You might think I like you, but I don't. The only time you can really know is if you ask me a yes or no question. I don't lie, I just simply twist the truth into my own way. With my body language, I tell you tell me more; but in my mind, I can't wait until you walk away. In other instances I act as if I don't care at all, but I truly do. Who am I? You might not know, but neither do I. Does it matter, it probably does. I'm just at an awkward age, where I'm in between the wall and the knives, one move and it's over, and another and I've walked in hell. What kind of choice is that? Now with other things, like friends, I like to help; but only if it's worth it. I hate complaining, but they do it constantly. They badger me about advice and when I tell them what I think they get mad because it wasn't what they wanted. Has this society become truth-intolerant? Whenever you hear the truth you wish to god you never did so you could have clean hands. And what about being dragged into a situation because you're there. There's a phrase for it, guilty by association. How can the world impose that when the world is telling us not to judge others before you've spoken or what ever. Hypocrisy is the matter with this society, with the world even; but how can we live with out it? Isn't it ironic, love?