Let’s agree to disagree

I know the feeling of hatred, digging into the back of my head, as I lean forward. I know how each and everyone person around me is judging me. Harshly. I sometimes wish there was an easier way to live, without the judgement. Still, despite the bitterness flooding the room I take a bite. I allow the sweet, juicy and succulant flavour to fill my mouth, and I'm overfilled with joy. This pure bliss can not be dampened by the echoing of voices around the room, slowly getting louder. Despite what you all say pineapple does belong on pizza.