People just don't understand what I'm trying to say,
and they just misinterpret it for something not in my mind.
I just can't concentrate on my life,
looking at my problems and what I lack just makes me feel worser.
I don't know why people act so differently when I'm around.
They think I'm and crazy and sometimes don't deserve to live.
They think I'm stubborn, and that I don't deserve a heart.
They think I'm not smart, and that I don't deserve a mind.
Why do people just look down on who I am?
Why can't they hear what I'm trying to say?
Why can't they understand the dephts of my heart?
Why can't they understand the emotions I'm feeling?
Do they have a heart?
Author's Chapter Notes:
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