Words, Feeling's, Emotions

Just something I put together.

The words I've said don't introduce me,
they don't tell my life story,
they don't make me who i am,
there just part of my brain,
that makes me act like i am sane,

through out my life of counseling,
some thought I was depressed,
some thought I had problems,
some thought I was angry,
but I was just being me,

I learned I wasn't excepted,
I learned I wasn't ok,
my sisters taught me emotions,
were to be to blame,
I was taught to hid them,
but I couldn't understand,
whats the point of living,
If I'm not who I am,

music expresses my emotions ,
and I'm constantly in pain,
but people don't hear how I feel,
I feel invisible even though I'm not,
I feel hated even with my friends,
I feel as though nothing can make my day again,
As though nothing can replace my bad memories,

The times I was bullied because of my face,
The times I was bullied because I didn't act the same,
The times I was bullied because of things I still cant understand,
I don't Understand what was so wrong with me,
 that made them treat me this way,

I don't understand while people sat seven seats away,
I didn't know why I couldn't have friends then,
but I can today,
but sometimes It's ok,
because all of that made me who I am today.

Author's Note

Criticism is always appreciated.