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Hey, everyone. I'd just like to tell you something, get this out there.

I'm not a bad person.
At the same time, I am a fragment of one.
To people that don't favor me and vice versa, I can come off cruel.
To those close to me,
I am dedication,
I am a spark of hope.
I don't like my life after outside of classes, not surrounded by friends.
When I come back to the house I stay in, I feel like an outsider.
Like I'm in a caged, small box.
My smile derives from the ability of others to produce it,
rather than me just feeling like it.
If I speak of being upset,
it's the result of wanting to run,
to be in an eternal sleep.
I can show different sides at different intervals.
I don't have to be in a little barrel that my parents locked me in
in order to feel this.
I don't have to be in the worst
circumstances
you can think of in order to be depressed,
I especially don't have be not depressed
because someone, not a licensed professional, told me I cannot.
Who the hell made you king?
What the ******** do you know?
If you traveled inside my head,
I can be certain my mind
would make it one of the worst trips of your existence.
I snap a lot.
I'm getting better at not.
Last year you would have run far from being around me.
My point is,
until you've walked in my shoes
and been pricked
by the trials of
my brain
and my life,
you don't know me.
You are most certainly not allowed an opinion
unless I have allowed you to get even a semblance
of what I am.

Thought I'd say something.