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Dear Person,  

You think I don’t notice how you look at me? The way your face seems to lose emotion when I walk into a room? The way, that somehow, I did something wrong and I am at fault. I don’t understand, what did I do? Did I say something in my young age? When I was an annoying 15-year-old? I’m sorry if I did but I'm not sorry if it still bothers you. I try to be nice to everyone, and show love and kindness, as I was taught, but sometimes that is not enough. I understand that I might’ve offended you somehow.  I wish somehow, someday, maybe we can talk, and have a nice conversation. Maybe we will. Maybe we’ll become best of friends and solve the world's problems. Maybe we won’t. Maybe I’ll still get your stare when I come into a room and maybe I'll still feel like I did something wrong. I hope a day comes when you’ll smile when you see me.