They say I am always angry.
They say I am a snob.
They say I am too complacent.
Even though I think I’m not.
I say they are always angry.
They tell me to look in a mirror.
I see a crying child.
A lost child.
A screaming child.
His heart is ripped apart.
They see him differently.
An ugly child.
A rude child.
An arrogant child.
A violent child.
An un-achieving child.
They treat me with no respect.
They expect me to treat them like royalty.
They expect me to achieve the unachievable.
They never compliment me.
They only expand on my minor negatives.
What is positive about me?
They told me to try my best.
I did.
They told me to work hard and be polite.
I am.
They say if I obey, they’ll be proud of me.
Lies!
They emphasise me inadequately.
Humiliating me.
They portray me as unintelligent.
Depressing me.
They scold me with ferocious anger.
Abusing me.
I see my friends.
I envy them.
They are treated with care and love.
As a result, a loving family.
How can you gain respect by treating others like I’ve been treated?
Can you feel the pain?
Every day I look in the mirror.
I see both of my personalities.
I can’t help it.
I was raised by people who treat me as an anomaly.
Can you feel the pain?
Can you feel my pain?
Every day I sit in my room.
Isolation.
I have a calm and composed face.
Determination.
One day I’ll be someone.
My ambition.
I look up at the beautiful sky.
I slowly shed sorrowful tears.
I feel the beat of my divided heart.
Which has been broken for years.
My face remains composed.
My separated heart beats boldly.
Underneath my composed face.
I am screaming silently.
