They try to pull me by pushing me away from everything that gives me peace.

They think they like me, but all they like is the facade that I've been wearing ever since I can remember.

When they get to know the real me, they go away. I know I should be sad, and disappointed, but I'm not.

Is there something wrong in that?

I don't think so, and even though if there is, I don't care because I have myself to live with me and it's all that matters.