I understand I’m not perfect
I’m not the smartest
I’m not the prettiest
I’m not the one with the best manners
I get angry sometimes
I mess up almost everyday
I keep everything in to make it seem as if I’m okay
I say “I’m fine”
But on the inside I’m kicking and screaming for help
Nobody notices
So when I say nobody knows the real me, and you get offended, maybe you should ask if I’m okay, tell me you love me, show me you care
So next time before telling me I don’t understand what pain is, talk to me
Don’t make me feel stupid and sorry for feeling this way
Go on and hate me
Because I do too.