I'm a difficult person,
I admit it.
Sometimes I don't take the words of other people just because of little things about them.
But that's how I'm.
And when a rebellion of voices is in my head,
I start panicking,
I start searching for help.
Some people keep talking with me until I'm calm,
They try to understand me,
Even when I don't understand myself.
And other people just go away,
Stop talking with me,
And call me crazy and stupid,
They give up on me.
I understand them,
If I could I would give up on me too.
But I can't,
And there are people who don't want to give up on me,
They make me see I have some value left,
That's not bad being sad,
Or making mistakes.
We are human beings that's how we are.
So stop expecting me to be perfect,
Stop saying I'm not worth of it,
Because I am.
I have people to prove it.
And if you don't want to stay in my life because of one bad moment of mine,
Then that's your problem,
Not mine.