when

This is so old but it still stands true sometimes we aren't seen as who we are but the image that was formed for us

You look at the me you would love to see

the small petite girl

the soft spoken honey of a voice

the polite smiling bundle of joy
but i'm sorry, that was never me.

When did you decide i wasn't what you wanted

.when did you cast my concerns about the voices in my head when i was six as hearsay

when was the screams in the night just sneezes

when did the blood splatters become paint

when was I trying to get your attention not help
when did all the attempts turn from attempts to cries of attention and if i really felt like that I needed to locked up or put down

But screw it I'm done trying
for you to do anything  

to see me

to know me 

to hear me,
Would just be too much for your mind to handle 

because i know that you don't care people see what they want 

trying is too hard when its a one way street

Author's Note

sorry for the grammar and all around weird but thank you for reading.