I Know

You just can’t fit in, everything you try to do just seems wrong.
You feel awkward trying to communicate with them, so you stop trying.
You can’t trust them, they only want to hurt you.
To ridicule you and to point you, as the looser, the loner.
Yeah and that’s why you are a loner there all the same.
Trusting is too hard you’ve been hurt too many times before.
You’re the freak the butt of there every joke.
You take it all into your room, your sacred place the place there not.
Do you cry? Do you hurt yourself? Do you have fantasise about doing things to them?
You justify your own actions, they don’t care no-one cares why should you?
No-one seems to understand you, are you really so different?
Your anger refreshes you, your bile keeps you going.
Your only escape is music, writing, reading or something else….
Reality is not clouded for you, you see them as they really are.
You don’t want to fit into there world, where you have to put others down to feel good.
You become stronger impervious to there words, there brutality.
You become numb to the world, a jaded cynic.
You stop feeling, suppressing your emotions your pain your anger.
People try to ask you what’s wrong, there mock concern grates on your nerves.
You can’t explain it to them no-one knows what it’s like, they’ve never been there.
They don’t understand the continual uphill struggle of your very existence.
The fight you have with yourself just to get up and go out.
They don’t know, but I do.
I know how it feels, I know it won’t get any easier.
I do know that you will become stronger, you’ll learn not to fear them.
You have become something, someone stronger.
More independent than them, more tougher.
Your not some sycophantic suck up like them, needing to belong.
They now fear you, your something more than they can ever be.
You’ve grown learnt how to stand on your own.
They don’t know how you transformed from this weak thing they used to ridicule to justify there own sense of worth.
They don’t know but I do.
I know.