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[The Real Me]

The people all say that I have problems,
But I disagree.
They just do not see the real me...

I'm just a unique soul,
At least, that's what mother tells me.
But the sadistic thoughts won't leave me be.
Sometimes I just want to die,
All I can do is sit there and cry.
I go to school with cuts on my arm
The people all whisper, thinking I caused this harm.
But they think right,
It's just not a pretty sight...
People always ask me if I'm okay,
But I never have to say...
Because the answer is always the same.
Most people that judge me & don't even know my name,
I'm tired of the stereotype,
Being like my isn't just a lie.
I have feelings that no one can believe,
My biggest fear is to be decieved,
By the ones I care for the most,
And then sit there and cry as they boast,
About how they killed me inside and out.
Then I can go home and shout,
As I cut on my skin some more,
Basking in the blood and gore...

The people say that I have problems,
And I agree,
Even though they don't see the real me...