Why do I feel this way? I suffer so, yet no one knows.
But they see. And they ignore. Or brush it off as simple banter
Should I open the door? Can you hear now? See now?
I defend myself every day, and I don't know how to deal with it anymore.
It doesn't leave behind obvious marks, but that is why I fly high.
Higher than most others.
Separated only by our differences.
But not because I'm in heaven, but because I understand.
We are the cause of our pain and suffering
Not only to ourselves but to others.
However, I never forget, no matter the severity, I matter.
And that's all that matters.