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 ><
