wrong way

Seems like whatever I do isn't good enough, or wrong... I try to help and a cold shoulder I get... I hate when things feel like there's hate in the air... When you feel uncomfortable sharing air... How can a simple little green herb cause so much peace between two beings... I don't think he can stand me without being high... Every word I say seems fustrating and when I try to help its nevermind... I feel like a annoying beast from beyond... I feel like I have to be silent... To keep away, I feel uncomfortable constantly thinking he's mad...