Life over sadness

Another day here on stage, acting out the role of life but trapped within my sadness.  Not once in my life did I encounter a person, who did not disappoint or hurt me.  I guess that's too be expected, when deep down inside, I know that I walk among evil spirited haters.  I have come to learn that it doesn't matter how nice you are or how hard you try to be nice, if someone is a hater they are a hater, period.  Most people today just look at you, don't know a darn thing about you, yet they are haters.  Although I knew most people were haters, I still tried to please them just to be accepted.  Where does the mockery end?  When do people realize that their disposition is bad and they make a change?