on those bad days

sometimes everything is so bothersome
the people too loud, too annoying, too intruding on my space

and when I try to read, to seek some escape,
i am once again reminded to "be respectful"

and so i pretend to listen, do each task, 
every movement, every word I say dripping with malice

truly i would like nothing more than to inflict everything i'm feeling upon these meddling creatures

but only i bear the cursed ability
to completely feel and understand the emotions of others.

and so i am stuck in this state of anger
enduring everything that is thrown at me
while they sit, ignorant and happy,

never being forced to feel emotions that aren't theirs

and how i just want to go home
but they will just look at me like a child and tell me
in their stupid, condescending tone

"no, you can't go home, you have to learn, " as if I could learn anything in this state, "because these are important skills," as if i'll last long enough to use them, "be respectful, we're all human," as if i am not painfully aware of that, every second of every day, "be nice, being anything less is unacceptable," as if i am not kind and gracious nearly every day, as if 'insulting' isn't really insulting, just the way i joke, as if my kindness and love goes unnoticed but the one day i am not-

as if they cannot understand that i am having a bad day.