Diagnosis

You deem me unfit, to even be me.
You say i don't feel, what ever you believe.
Call me crazy, its just another word.
Its not the first time, thats been heard.

I finally broke.
I'm human, i'm allowed.
I do have scars, and ill wear them proud.

Whats beneath my skin, is all the same.
Its the situations, that came in to play.
I cant explain, Even if I wanted to try.
But i think it would have been best,
if i just had died.

The aftermath, was worse than the start.
They bring to the light, what
you tried to hide in the dark.

You look at me, and wonder how i tick?
You give me medication, is that your only trick?
You add to my list of what was already lies.
I tried to show you different.
But you cant see inside.

I feel emotion, i feel pain.
I know how to numb it,
everyone can say the same.

Go threw what i have, and you will
see, it does not make you
different, sometimes people just spill.

Who do you think you are?
To place labels on me.
To call me things, that no one eles but you see?
And all this time, the things you say behind my back.
Go ahead and call me violent, when i only
try to lower the attack.

Ive done nothing wrong, but try to escape,
i said i was sorry, but i guess its to late.