These people think they know me
pretend to be understanding
Act as if my life is open for display
My body strapped down as my
head is ripped open
a flood of oozing feelings
enveloping me whole

a mask of truth and
bitter honesty

exposing all my secrets
and woes of self

Pity me or toss me aside
it bears no matter
for I lay alone
Confined to this
picture window
with sound-proof glass

I scream my deepest emotions

Screaming murder,
For each note that escapes
my lips, only to be
mistaken and cast aside
as unimportant,
Kills a small new part of me
leaving only exhaustion and
Frustration as I remain utterly misunderstood

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