Peoples image of me kills me,
Because of what they choose to see.
I've tried opening up,
Only to be beat down with no,
apology.
I always felt like my feelings,
meant nothing.
Their words assure me it will,
never be something.
Im constantly being controlled,
By what they think is right.
Dare I be me,
My feelings would take a bad bite.
My whole life feels like I'm living,
In an asylum. 
And I'm suffering in silence