Try To Understand

Sometimes I get down when someone ask me why I am so mean.

I don’t intend to be I say as I try not to be seen.

But is that true?

I can’t help but lie to you…

I build this character to keep myself from going insane…

From putting an end to all this pain.

I don’t need a counselor I yell

I feel like such a rebel!

The pain is too deep for any counselor to mend my heart.

It’s like my heart has been pierced by a dart.

I don’t mean to be dark

I just can’t help being quiet walking through a park.

Looking at laughing children and kids swinging.

Hearing the school bell ringing.

Sometimes I force myself to eat

Because the inner me is too afraid to look up from her feet.

There are moments she is able to stand proud and feel so happy and feel at peace.

But it’s all just a tease…

She gets a taste and then it leaves

Her true heart does not like to receive.

She likes to give and smile with a servant’s heart

But once in a while someone comes and tears her apart.

With words like fat, ugly, and stupid.

But don’t think she won’t stand up for herself or others.

That’s what was instilled in her by her father and mother.

I will find peace one day and so will she.

I am her she is me.

Together we will find peace

So for now try to understand us.