A tolerance

I wonder if they’re just tolerating me.
I wonder if they’ve developed a tolerance to me.
Why am I thinking about this.
It’s weird to think about.
What do they see when they look at me?
What are the thoughts that cross their mind
when they read my words?
I’d rather be hated than tolerated.
Maybe I just need a better tolerance.

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