Hate

As she sat there watching them delicately shoving the food into their mouths, she wondered how they could have so much hate in their hearts.
How could they hate her so much when they didnt even take the time to get to know her?
They didnt know her dreams, her aspirations, her fears. They didnt know that some days she dreaded having them look at her the way they do. One glance in her direction made her feel worthless.
How could they hate her so much when she loved them so much. When she considered them friends?
They didnt know how much she cared for them, wanted to get to know them.
How could they hate her when they themselves had been called here. To this place that prided itself on loving your neighbor as yourself.
She loved them as if they were family, why did they hate her?
Wernt they suppossed to be the ones she shared her troubles and her joys with? Instead she worried what they would say about her next. What they would think next.
She wanted to be noticed, but not like this. Didnt they understand? Didnt they ever feel as if they were the only ones....
Some days it was as if she had to tip toe around them, not wanting them to look at her the way they do.
How could they hate her.......She didnt hate them.