Mind, Body, Heart: Confessions of a teenage poet

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Why: a compilation to everyone.

Why can't you see that I'm comfortable?
Comfortable in my own skin,
Comfortable in my actions.
Why can't you understand
That not everything I'm feeling
You have too.
Why can't you feel my sorrow,
As you scream at me
As you make me cry
As you tear down what little confidence I have.
You don't understand
That I can't take it anymore
The verbal torture
You saying you love me unconditionally
And then yell at me because
You think I should lose weight
That I don't do enough
That I tell you the truth.
Well I'm sorry if the truth isn't what you want to see
Or hear
The truth to me is that I can't live here anymore.
I'm tired all the time because of you.
I don't do things because there is not praise.
There is no praise for if I do something right,
But there is a punishment for when I've done wrong.
It isn't normal for someone to tell you that
You're fat because "they care"
That's not normal.