Everyone thinks that I’m a freak
I wish there were a way they could peek
Into a little thing I call my life
And realize all this pain and strife
They think they know me
They think they see
But what they don’t know
Is why I’ve sunk so low
It’s not because of what they say
I just want to find a way
It’s not because of what they do
I just wish they knew
Of everything that happened back then
Maybe they won’t be so harsh and send
All those hurtful words my way
Maybe that will happen someday
Maybe if they knew just why
Then I could stop living this lie
Stop searching for all the secrets you seek
Then you’ll realize, I’m not a freak.
About the Creator
Janice Page
I am a wife to a wonderful husband and a mom of 3 learning how to cope with bipolar. Writing is one way I cope. I am just starting out writing publicly. I usually write for myself.
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