People don’t listen to me,
Because I’m young.
They always disagree,
And say I’m dumb.
All I see around me is betrayal,
Every time I do something, I always fail.
I try to do something to make myself feel better,
Every day I am under pressure,
Some people don’t believe in depression,
So they bully others to feel pleasure.

Everyone else just observe,
Because they don’t have the nerve,
To do something about it,
Don’t want themselves involved in conflict.

You probably think that this poem doesn’t make sense.
That I am just wasting my time,
That I’m just over reacting,
Being wayyy over dramatic.
But let me tell you something,
I'm not doing this for fun,
I‘m doing this to show that
Not everyone has the perfect life.
They call me a brat,
That I am selfish and have everything I ever want.
That I don’t appreciate everything I have.
I don’t want pretty dresses and dolls
I don’t want expensive presents and jewelry
What I want is a happy family,
Trust, friends, and someone who truly understands.
I want to know someone who will take care of me
And make me feel loved
If wanting those things makes myself a brat.
Then I guess I am one.