Does anyone realize all that I go through?
Walking into school and being told that I'm not allowed to be happy,
Going to baton and working my hardest and having people tell me it's not enough,
Coming home and having parents and siblings alike tell me what to do,
And then they tell me that I have it the easiest?
My parents both work for a living,
My oldest brother is living alone and has a job,
My older brother has aspergers,
My younger brother gets detention every week,
My younger sister is only seven and can't do anything alone,
And yet, I walk through life
Being told my problems are minuscule
And that I should be grateful because I'm in a better place than the rest of my family.
Does going through life
With tears in my eyes
And a stiff upper lip
Still count as better
If the entire time I'm being told my best isn't enough
And that any pain I feel isn't valid?
Does it still count as better
If, because of everything,
I contemplate taking my own life
Just to escape the harrassment and torment?
Does it still count as better?
