A poem...

I don’t understand why;

As the days pass by;

Why sometimes I feel the need to cry;

I can’t find the reason why.

Everyone gives me the cold stare;

Which I don’t think I can bear;

This feeling is very rare;

But why do I even care?

People are avoiding me;

Why must this be?;

How can they judge me for just being me?;

How can they say I am abnormal when I am just being me?

I am me;

I am who I want to be;

Why can’t anyone see?

I just want to be free.

People think I am going insane;

But how can they tell that I am feeling this pain;

What is there to gain;

For calling people name.

I feel so depress;

My life is in a mess;

That I need to de-stress;

How can I make myself impress;

As each day goes by;

I feel every need to cry;

I can’t tell from feeling right nor wrong;

Is this feeling making me strong?

I am so confused;

Which one should I choose;

To be what people want me to be;

Or be someone I want myself to be;

I can’t take it anymore;

This feeling is going to be sore;

It’s going to touch the core

Will there be more?

I feel so much pain;

That I think I am going insane;

How am I going to express this pain;

When there is nothing to gain.

People suggested to me to go see a psychologist;

Who are able to lead me out from the mist;

Who are able to tell what is wrong with me

Who are able to identify what the problem might be.

From what I know, psychologists would say they understand;

Would every one of them call the way I fell this a trend?

But why some people are ban;

For having a will to stand.

I took people’s suggestion to meet with a psychologist;

Whom they say he/she can lead of my mist;

The psychologist asks me what is wrong with me;

I told him everything there is to see.

He thought a while;

I feel as if I was in a trial;

Because I was so tensed up;

With everything that might turn up.

The psychologist smiled at me;

I wonder what it could be;

He told me that I am facing a problem;

Like people would categorize it like an emblem.

I deny that I have a problem;

And blame him that was his problem;

I know myself better than anyone else;

Who else would know me better than myself?

I guess I was wrong;

I thought just knowing and believing in myself would make me strong;

I needed someone to hear me out;

To be able to understand what I am facing through is all about.

The psychologist has made it clear;

Of everything I wanted to hear;

My symptom was just depression;

Nothing more than a mere distraction.

I guess all I ever wanted was attention;

It all started with a mere detection;

Of having abandon by someone I love;

Whom I badly wanted to serve.

I know now that I am not only who feels this way;

There are many people who feel the same way;

Some succeed in overcoming their symptoms;

Like sewing on a button.

Other may not succeed at all;

But it is better to try then to fail and lose all;

Otherwise there is no point of living where life will be full of pain;

This is something I do not want to gain.

I guess everything has a price to pay;

Obstacles will come in my way;

I will look forward for a new day;

That’s I have to say.

Ps : did this for assignment ><