As I write this, my heart has been crying inside.
I would love to see the people I care for Talk with me...
Not down to me. Like an adult with the brain of a child inside.

I have made mistakes
They have never been forgotten.

Through the reprimand of a friend as I lie on the bed depressed
Cuts my heart in two.  They devour the piece of my heart which they have  forcibly gotten.

My opinions are corrected....I am preached too as if my friend were an "all knowing Guru."

How can I feel free if I never am set lose in order to find myself?

I place myself last...I save everyone else,first.
If I fail, I have made another mistake
which is placed on their pride's shelf.

I have to talk,act, and be the way these friends declare that I should be
Or I'm not a friend, then, I am a selfish devil.

There is no freedom of speech for me nor understanding of feelings...
So the end to a poem as the last part of my bleeding heart
Which Dies a little more with a feeling of my "true nature"
Being mistaken as "EVIL."