Surrounded with normalcy makes you feel so fake.
Surrounded by people that haven't done what you've done,
People that don't know who you are or what you've been through,
People that wouldn't understand.
You go to school 8 hours a day, 5 times a week, for 10 whole months,
And yet the people you see everyday,
Your "fellow classmates",
Have no idea who you truly are.
They don't know you might be suffering with a disorder or 2 or 3.
They don't know that you've tried different ways of coping,
That you've taken pills for no reason and try drowning yourself everytime you're in the bathtub.
They don't know what's hidden under your bracelets and long sleeves,
And wouldn't think twice about it once you tell them your cat or dog did it.
They don't know about the feelings of panic inside of you,
The anxiety that clouds your mind daily and makes it hard to breathe.
They don't know how sad you can get in a matter of minutes,
How all of a sudden, "the best day ever" can turn into a suicide attempt.
They don't know how ashamed and disgusted you are each time you look into the mirror,
and how many times you've thought twice about eating dinner.
They don't know who you've lost and who you care about and who's there for you and who's not.
They don't know how hard it is for you to get out of bed some days and face the world.
They don't know about the smile you fake each and every day.
You sit there in class and people make you out for normal.
People don't consider your story,
Assuming you don't have one,
Assuming you're the same as everyone else.
They don't know who you are or what you stand for or anything in between.
They don't know you.