Oh to Be Understood

People, they yell at me

they tell me I'm dramatic

That I'm "overreacting"

And that I'm just being problematic

I'm doing it for the attention

Others would kill for what I have,

Nice clothes, nice shoes

So is it ungrateful of me to be sad?

Because they don't understand what it's like,

all alone.

They wouldn't understand the fury within me,

the shaking in my bones.

When I bring that blade to my skin, when I release all those thoughts

Suddenly I'm aware. Like a bunch of untangled knots.

And they think that it's "bad"?

When I finally feel good?

When I finally understand

why god brought me into his brotherhood?

I don't need help.

No, I think I'm just fine.

And all this bugging that you're giving me,

is only going to make me further resign.

Author Notes: feel free to leave your thoughts