you ask me why i do these things
you ask me how i'm feeling AFTER i tell you you never ask about my mental health
you never look for the pain behind my actions
the cry for help
the pining for a safe place
an open place
where i don't get yelled at for having a 91 average in english
where i'm not afraid to share my feelings because they're always dismissed like everything i feel is fake
where it's not so outlandish that i'm not the perfect daughter you want me to be
