How do you know how it feels to be me?
There's a lot more to me than what you see.
Have you felt the same hurts and pain?
We've different experiences; were not the same.
You live in your own protected world,
Life's not that simple, that I can fit your mould.
I'm surviving the pressures of everyday living.
Oh why can you not be more forgiving?
Your careless hard words, if only you knew,
How they cut me, through and through.
I would love to be well like you my friend.
I hope my painful journey is near its end.
