Drew

I've got this friend. His name is Drew.
I like him.

Only, I don't really talk about him, you know?

And I don't really talk about how or why I know him.

It's a whole different side of me that most people don't see in me. This Drew side.

In fact, I don't really face it head on myself. But almost every day, I get these messages people around me spew out as if they were fact. And in these little things, my other side pokes out.

"Excuse me, but that isn't quite correct." He says inside my head, silently fuming. "You just can't make generalizations like that, nor think, because you made them, that they are correct."

But everyday, the people I'm with make these generalizations, and every day, the side of me that's on the side of Drew gets a little bit more hurt each day.

And it hurts.