They don't understand

They never will. But they don't matter. Not really, not anymore. I hate how close-minded they can be, but some people are just built that way, I guess. Some people can't see beyond their own scope in life. Some people can't put themselves in the shoes of others.

They'd talk about me when I get back. I'm pretty sure. This isn't an imaginary audience or anything; this is how they roll. I've been with them since childhood, and I've always been able to not get hated on. Not anymore, though. I will not consort to the standard of their society. I won't let their truths override mine.

They don't matter-- not if they can't see my point of view.

xoxo
Bea