Why
Why can’t they hear me?
Why can’t they understand…
Why don’t they know that I’m crying because I’m in pain
Why doesn’t anyone understand what it feels like to be in my skin
Why doesn’t anyone understand what it feels like to have my brain
How can they know that I’m different, but not understand
Why…
I’m tired of crying
I’m tired of them not knowing
I’m tired of them not understanding…
Why I hold my head down
Why I bite my nails
Why I don’t like screaming and loud noises
Why I’m so awkward
Why I can’t draw the way I’m supposed to
Why I feel left out
Why I don’t join in
Why I don’t dance
Why I like to run away
One day I hope that I won’t have to ask why,
That I will feel a part of things,
And that people will understand me
That I will feel comfortable in my skin
And I hope that by then, you will be my friend
Why©
Copyright 2014-2018
By Felina Silver Robinson
The Writings of Felina Silver Robinson 