How foolish of me to think I was finally starting to get accepted for who I am,
Finally becoming normal,
I thought they liked me,
Such a trick, they played on me,
Just when I was happy again,
They pushed me away again,
Headphones in,
Alone in a corner,
Counting my sorrows,
Afraid to be hurt anymore.
Planted and cant uproot,
Stuck in this filthy mud,
Slowly slipping away, in thought,
Straining to call out to someone,
only a faint whisper.
I need a intervention for depression, they say,
Not an asylum,
Crazy is not who I am,
Sad, and lonely,
I haven't gone mad.
They never see the difference,
Medication can't help this, ever.
