But you wouldn't know that

I have been used

I have been abused

But you wouldn’t know that

You say you see me

You say you know me

But you don’t

You just want

To see what you want

To hear what you want

But you wouldn’t know that

I was mistreated

Misunderstood

And hurt

People looked down on me

And treated me like

I was nothing

But you wouldn’t know that

You look through me

Not at me

You hear me

But don’t listen

You ignore my words

And ignore me

But you wouldn’t know that

I have been talked at

Not with

I have been told to

Not asked

I have been laughed at

Not with

But you wouldn’t know that

I’ve been treated

For so many different

Problems

Your head would spin

I’ve tried so many

Medications

You would go insane

But you wouldn’t know that

I’ve tried to work past

All the beatings

The darkness

The bullying

The abuse

It hurts

But you wouldn’t know that

I’ve told my story

To few others

Because the few I’ve told

Don’t believe my story

Because I’m me

Because I’m happy

As happy as can be

But you would believe that

Wouldn’t you?

And as you sit there

reading

You don’t know who I am

Where I’m from

What I do

What I want

What I wish

What I need

Because you simply

Don’t

Know

That

Nor

Do you care.

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