Opinion
They don't know what to think of you
Except what they see
You smile all the time, You make jokes
You talk with a certain confidence
They see that ...And that's all they see
They don't know
That for days, You fight yourself to get out of bed
They may never see how in solitude
You hit your head with a clenched fist
To hit the reset on your never quiet brain
And they shall never see how while in bed
You pull your hair, what's left of it
To somehow get rid of something uneasy
Going on and on and on and on and on
and on and on and on and on and on and on
A nagging in no words and from no source, non stop
They can't see that you don't have home
Not the architecture, but the person
The place that makes you feel at peace
The arms that calm you to true sleep
They see you as a complaining useless entitled snowflake
The judges have beaten the gavel
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