Inuranchan

Everyday I sit & listen, It's always the same. Everyone spills their life to me, Not that they're entirely to blame. So rarely am I asked how I am, Before someone tells me about their day. To them that's all I'm there for, A face to spit words at as they may. None of them really see my pain, Not that I advertise it plainly. I just wish they'd try to pry, Instead of using me, mainly. They're not all at fault though, Despite what it seems. I sit there with a fake smile, Drowning them out with internal screams. Don't get me wrong, I do in fact listen to every word. I want to help, Even if sometimes I wish I could be heard. So I sit and

Alone with my thoughts I pound the wall with my fist, Anger taking over me like a creeping mist. No one understands the feelings I deal with daily. I don't even know how to describe my sickness plainly. I'm angry, I'm depressed, I'm everything at once, Not knowing why, makes me feel like a dunce. And that makes me more distressed, As I hurt the ones I love and am proclaimed a pest. I don't mean to, I can't help it. It's problem I can't control, goddamit! People make me think it's all my fault. That I'm abnormal, and belong in a cult. They say I am old enough to know why I act so aggressively. But if they only knew the truth they