You'll Never Know.

You'll never know how much it bugs me that, even though I am loved to infinity by so many people, you're included in that small group who just doesn't feel that way.
I don't think I'll ever be able to convince you otherwise.
I'm trying so hard to just relax and tell myself that I can't please everybody, that you're a scumbag of a person, anyways... but you just make it so hard.  Around you, existing feels like a strenuous task.  I'm pretty sure it's not supposed to be that way.

I wish you'd just reflect on the outside what I know you to be on the inside.

It'd make it all too easy to stay clear of you.