You Don’t Know

You Don’t Know

You don’t know what it’s like to be me

To go through life virtually ignored by all

With the exception of a few close friends

Who are just as crazy as I am

You don’t know how it feels being an outcast

Always different from everyone else

Secretly wanting to be just like them some days

And to be someone else other days

You don’t know what I go through each day

Being seen but not looked at, heard but not listened to

I struggle through things like any other person

No one seems to care