Who are they?

Tonight is one of my archives found that I publish ,it raised on me so many feelings that were buried in myself, so I just want to share it with you, you who see me through my words and my expressions.

"Today I decided to think out loud, I look around me and I wonder ... I wonder what are all these people around me, who wander here below, occupied only by trivial things .. criticize the others is an art for them .. support them is not a habit for them ... do they have any value?
Even if we are good with them, even if we helped them ... in the first error, the first delay, the first crysis, these people forget all the kindness they took from us, they forget all the beautiful emotions we have offered to them, all that love flow that we sinked in their hearts, and they  choose the finest blades to break our heart with it. That does not push us to hate them, but  for a brief moment, we hate ourselves for what we have been for them, for all the goodness that we  offered, even if that consoles us to tell us that we act this way because we have principles... but it cannot stop our heat to regret for a moment, heving been so loving, fragile and attentive to them.
In giving, we would like to receive ,as we receive more of the goodness, we can give more and more, but it appears that some doesn't have anything to offer except the bitter taste of disappointment, humiliation and hatred.
I am what I am, and I can not be otherwise, I only hope that if am looking my self in the mirror tomorrow, so I could see in me the person who I am today, and with a spirit who have not been able to escape the disappointment, I can still give to others all the fine fellings that I couldn't have for myself, can I? could you ? after each incident ... I try to turn a page of the ledger of my life, feeding me with hopes that I created myself ... in order to remain myself. "
Nomad