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You think that you do well

by telling me I need help

and quickly leaving the scene,

your duty done



You think it's all in my head and that

I can control how I feel

that I can decide to feel otherwise

go to hell



You think that I am changing

for the worse and not the better

you shake your head sadly and turn away

it's not your problem



You think I should respect my "elders"

because they gave me everything I needed to "live"

and you don't realize that I've actually been

dying, all this time



You think that I imagined being hurt

that what I'm looking for is attention

you turned a blind eye when it was happening

and have now forgotten its truth



You think that life is what you have gone through

And that I have yet to know

I must not argue this, of course

I am unstable; you are not



You think that hell is a place some go

after they've lived

when really hell is what I'm in now

and after I get out is when I'll live for the first time



You think I cannot think

because of medication they made me take

because those idiots called it a

"chemical imbalance"



You think I am not in my right mind

for no longer fearing

the line between life and death

and taking the steps to cross it



You think you understand

why I wear sleeves in summer

the scars are more inside than out,

but you use only your eyes



You are the ones who are

hiding, pretending, out of your minds,

You are the ones who are

unstable, clueless, and ignorant



Listening to you speak is a

waste      of      time

you no longer control the way I feel

Get out of my way, it's time for my life to begin.