You don't understand,
you never do.
I try to explain,
but I can't get through to you.
I tell you the truth
but you say I'm okay.
I thought you would know best.
So I sit in my room,
locked in my personal hell,
while you pretend it's all good
and I do as well.
But I'm not okay,
and my some know that, too,
but you can't seem to see
what is right in front of you.
You say it's a phase,
blame my friends for it all,
but you don't understand
that this is not their fault.
I know you've been through this,
that you ached so much more,
but I can't help but wonder
don't you know me at all!?
I thought you would get it,
why I'm acting this way,
but you don't listen
to what I have to say.
You just ignore me,
pretend I'm alright.
but I'm not as strong
as I'd like to be,
for my time to come
and I hope that it's soon.
My friends understand;
I wish you could, too.
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Deep Down
PoetryEveryone has their moments. Everyone has their days and fears, but not everyone goes through them silently. Be Fearless. A collection of poetry written by a 14 year-old during her hell of a ride on an emotional roller coaster.