They say I can't

possibly know how it

feels, and I wonder

how they figure that,

because I know how a

lot of stuff feels.

I know what it's like to be hurting,

but I think everyone forgets that,

because I don't go on about it like they do.

I think everyone

forgets that just

because I

pretend

that nothing's wrong,

doesn't mean it's true.

It just means I'm a good pretender.

It makes me wonder

How come I try to help

everyone with their problems,

but when I finally break,

I have no one?

Maybe

I need to show people

that they need to stop taking me for granted.

Maybe

I need to be the mean one for once.

Maybe

I should let them deal witht heir shit on their own.

Because I'm sick of dealing with their's.