You think I’m overreacting
And I guess that might be true
But who gets to decide that?
I’m sure it isn’t you

I panic while in grocery lines
And worry about ordering food
You tell me that it’s stupid
I tell you that you’re rude

You don’t get to tell me
That my worry is misplaced
You think that I don’t know that?
Get the hell out of my face

You think I want to be this way?
You think it’s all a game?
The fact that you can’t understand
Is such a ******* shame

I’m sorry you can’t sympathize
Or maybe you don’t try
You think you have all the answers
But you don’t, okay? Goodbye.

You can look at a broken bone
And understand completely
But because my wound is in my head
You consistently mistreat me

It’s because of people just like you

That I feel like I have to hide
I pretend that I’m perfect
And lock my fears inside

The truth is that I’m tired
The truth is it’s a pain
I wish I could show my true self
Without being called insane