it feels like i'm made of water
dirt, trash, and algae has been dumped on top of me
and i can't wash it out
because my hands go through everything
a figure stands above me
screaming about how i never change
i never say sorry
i'll never be ok
i try to scream back but no sound comes out
my thoughts don't get expressed, only my fear
no one notices
no one encourages
they're entitled to my change
how happy they'll be when i'm just like them
it's supposed to be for me
i'm supposed to heal so i can be content
i want to be held and told i'm doing a good job
i am someone
please please please
see that i'm here
and see that i'm not an extension of another's emotions
