To someone else...

I can't show myself but I can't hide myself. And the pressure of holding it all in to protect everyone else just builds and builds. ... And I'm working on it. The whole self respect thing. Because I deserve it. I know I do. Just so damn hard sometimes. So hard. It is sad that I'm laughed at and called too nice by men for treating women with basic courtesy when they should take notes. So many lack the capacity, compassion and most often even the desire to understand, let alone comprehend difference. And even then some still can't accept it on a base level, let alone embrace it. I would be fine for the rest of my life conforming on the outside when need be to be able to have one person who accepts me.