I look in the mirror and see who I've become. The shine I am destined for and the positive streak I have obtained is out of your grasp only because you focus on the unreal. The emotional. The fictitious after all but in the midst of that you still find ways to demean and "not mean, is hate me too if I couldn't see the light and wanted to. It's just not for you to see right now. Keep pushing. It will come when you want to understand and believe in doing so. Read life like poetry. Every piece, word and rhyme has meaning. Be gentle.
