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Here I am.

Right there before you.

On my knees begging you.

Praying you'll hear me.



Unable to speak,

Unable to move.

Yet I scream for help,

Move to your side.



See me,

Here before you.

Hear me,

Begging you.

Understand me,

Who I am.



I look in the mirror.

See myself standing there.

Here.

I'm right there.



Yet I can't say it.

Yet you can’t see it.

Screaming till I can't talk no more.

Writing till my fingers are sore.



Pain fills the void.

And pressure builds against the walls.

It comes crashing down around me.

The nice little world I live in,

Crumbling to the ground.



See me,

Here before you.

Hear me,

Begging you.

Understand me,

Who I am.



The world moves on past.

No one cares for a lost child.

Calling out to the strangers.

Yet everyone laughs.



Life’s can be a bitch,

And so can I!

I can play the fucking game.

I can fit the damn mold.

I can be what everyone expects me to be.



Yet why should I be forced to continue like this?

Why must I fit the profile they set for me?

Who the fuck are "they" anyway!



What’s with the fucking rules?

The fucking lies.

This fucking world.



The anger builds.

And the dam strains to hold it back.

A torrent.

Pain.

Anger.

Hate.

Retribution.



It’s welled up inside.

And has reached the breaking point.

And I’m here now.

Screaming for your help.

See me here before you.

Yelling.

Waving my arms.

Yet you don't notice.

The world takes no pity,

On a child like me.



See me,

Here before you.

Hear me,

Begging you.

Understand me,

Who I am.



Who am I?

I know,

But you don't.

Even though you may think you do,

You can't fully understand.

And I can't fully explain.

Yet here I am.

See me before you

Screaming for help.