Needing to be understood, she did the impossible,
Hoping to be heard, she gathered the strength to talk
Wanna talk? they all love to say, but when she finally speaks, little do they take in
Understanding we are all not the same is the only energy she can feed on
Understanding that things are the way they are, is part of her reality
Keeping her wounds hidden, is her burden to bear.
I am not ok, she can shout out from the mountains,
You will be ok, are the only words they see fit to share with her.
On the verge of a meltdown, she wipes her tears and holds herself together.
I am all I truly need, she practices her speech. For the road is long, the path is scary, her love from them grows wary.
I’m not ok, I’ll just be quiet…
Her Mind, Her Story 