You say you understand but you don't
you think you know us but you don't
we feel trapped all the time
and alone
we're the ones that con you
not for evil but for companionship.

Have you ever hated something so much
you fantasize about going crazy
just to escape this horrible reality.
We're the ones that don't qualify as normal
we're the ones that see the world differently
and finaly we're the ones that finds society
STUPID

I hate it.
I hate how you assume I'm okay.
You think that the lack of loud words pouring from my chapped lips means that all is well within my iron mind.
You haven't been paying attention to the story I have painted across lines, numbers, and years that pass by.
You haven't been paying attention to my crumbling, marble legs, or my withering, painted-on smile.
You haven't noticed the torn, tissue paper heart within the glass cavity that is my chest.
Whether I'm quiet or shattering the silence with my anguished screaming, you never seem to notice.
I hate that.

I wish I didn't know how that feels.
I wish I didn't know how a lot of things feel.