I have been very independent.

Very to myself.

No one to cry to. 

No one to ask for help. 

People help me with obvious things though; like homework, essays, and colleges apps.

But not the things that trigger my emotions.

They try though.

They ask me what´s wrong.

I try to explain,

but then I get categorized as a drama queen because I have tears running down my face. 

I get told to calm down.

I get told that I am being ridiculous.

Questioning my emotions. 

Feeling crazy. 

My thoughts haunt me on a daily.

People wonder why I feel alone.

Not because I am.

Just because no one really cares to understand. 


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