It gets really hard, having to deal with everyone wanting it know. "Are you okay?" she always asks me, when I didn't even look sad.
It's because I'm different. She thinks I'm different.
I'm not insane. I don't need therapy. I don't need medicine. I'm not sick, I'm just broken. The only difference between the two is being an adult and being a teenager. And I bet crossing that barrier is a challenge.
I don't like the way she looks at me. I don't like the way she treats me like I'm different. It's because I'm different. She thinks I'm different.
I don't want to be different. Am I insane? Do I need therapy? Do I need medicine? Am I sick?
No. I'm just broken. I'm broken because I am a teenager and teenagers are broken. That's what adults think, right?
Why are we different? Why do you blame me for being hurt, left behind, forgotten about, stomped on, used, and tortured? I have so many feelings I can't even write them in a away that makes sense.
She thinks I'm different....
I am different.
I am different because I wasn't aware. I wasn't aware of what was going to happen. What I could of avoided. I wasn't aware of these things and now...
I am different. I guess you better call the therapist. That's what she would want you to do.
