I Have Enough

I'm fed up it. 

That boys talk nice to me. That they are interested in me. That they are on the same wavelength as me. That they compliments me. And all just because they like me too much.

And that the only person who is allowed to do that – who has to do that – does it not. That he isn't interested in me. That he does not understand me. That he comes from a completely different world. That he speaks completely different, that he is completely different. 

That I'm something like an alien to him.

Is it so difficult to speak nice with me, not because you need my presence, but simply without ulterior motives?