I wish i could cry,i wish i could scream,
And vent and thrash,instead i sit quietly,
While you tell me,I’m selfish and wrong,
I wish you could see,
All the horrid thoughts i have.
I wish you could hear,
All the horrible things i say in my head.
I wish you could hear the lectures
I drill in my own mind.
If you could,you would know,
You don’t need to lecture me
I do enough of that for ten proffessors
And twelve priests.
If you could see and hear,
Maybe you could understand
Why i always look angry or sad.
Its because even on my good days.
I am sad.angry.confused.guilty.
How did this happen to me?
Why do i feel this way?
I wish you could hear.see.feel.
Then,you might actually understand.