They say I'm a freak

That my feelings aren't valid

They say mental health is an issue

But they make me feel like the issue instead

They tell me to let all my feelings out

But once I do

They're scared

They think I'm messed up

Maybe we're all this way

But some people are better at keeping it all at bay

The burdens I hold slowly kill me

But no one will help me lift them

The second I admit that I have harmed myself

Is the only time they worry about me

They don't care about me

Until I'm truly gone

Would I be missed?

Or would only the idea of me be missed?

They say I'm their best friend

Then end up leaving me in the end

They tell me they care about what I think

Yet when I confess my deepest secrets

They make me believe I'm a freak

That I'm weak

Why won't you just try harder?

'You should just be happy'

'Don't be sad'

They don't get that it's hard to not be sad

When the only other emotion that you feel is being mad

The second I try to get help from professionals

Is the second they think I'm psycho

Psycho or being in pain

For just having feelings and emotions

Why is society like this?

The hypocrisy is slowly tearing me apart

Some people just don't seem to have a heart

In the end, life isn't sweet, it's tart