intense anxiety

Sometimes,
I feel as if everyone secretly hates me,
As if they are only kind to me out of pity,
Then talk shit about me behind my back.
The saddest truth is,
That has happened to me before.
I feel as if everyone hates me
And I'm just in a sick twisted game
Then at the end of everything,
Everyone will eventually turn on me.

I know though,
That no one thinks twice about me.
I know I am hated.
I know I am loved.
Yet, I can't help but think...what if.

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