Abuse of Mind
It’s the way you look at me sometimes. It’s the way I can’t figure you out. Are you looking at me with disgust or curiosity? Am I not making sense to you? I see me one way, and you see me another and I don’t know which side to believe anymore. Me, of course, right? I have no idea. You view me so differently then I view myself. You’re so outspoken about the misunderstanding of my character. So much so that I start to wonder if I am what you think I am.