Problems

 

They see me

Walking around so happy

But they don’t know 

What’s really going on

Inside

 

They don’t know about the

Weekly panic attacks 

Or maybe the 4 Dads I have had

Or maybe the loss I have been through

Or maybe that my Mom has POTS

Or maybe the fact that I can burst out crying 

Without anyone knowing why

 

I have these thoughts 

In my head

That I can’t get out

They just sit there

I can’t get them out

They never go away 

But

 

Life is like an elevator: 

On your way up

Sometimes

You have to stop and 

Let things off

But some things don’t get off

Until you let them

 

And 

It doesn’t help when

People just assume 

About your home life

About your school life

And it’s so annoying 

How people just assume everything 

They think every person is perfect  

But themselves 

 

Everyone has their problems

No ones problems

Are worse

Then someone else’s problems

Some just might be more important than 

Others to different people