I may look strong,

And I may look intelligent,

I may look rich,

And I may look carefree,

Though I am blessed for what you see,

It ain't actually the real me.

Even I do things,

I never see myself do,

Feeling like a loser that I am,

Both in faith and within my head,

I've tried to understand you,

Show me even the slightest that you've tried too,

I'm insecure of how I'm raised,

The fact I lived such a different phase,

Sometimes fitting in can be quite tough,

Either silence or fight will be the way to solve.

You describe to me as if I am clueless,

You never asked how much I've already learned,

You all assumed I'm empty minded,

When you should know I'm just not that quick-witted,

Tell me why shouldn't I feel terrible,

When you neglected every time I blurted.

It hurts when you hit,

For you are feeling mad,

It hurts when you talk,

In the language I don't quite get,

It hurts when you naturally get along,

When for me I barely manage sitting silent for long,

It made me self-pity,

It made my pillow wet,

Those are the secrets I hid,

And I don't want you to feel bad.

I might seem like I tell everything to you,

I might seem a little see-through,

I might seem emotionally capable,

But please don't believe me whenever I do,

I don't show but I feel,

I am hurt yet I'm happy,

I laugh when it's not that funny,

Probably I'm just in a little confusion,
Not a case of some kind of a depression,

I just need to let you know,

Even when I forgive,

Your understanding is what I seek.

Dropping by,

Melynn.