Sometimes I wish someone could live in my shoes See what I see Hear the awful things I hear Someone who’d finally understand what goes on in my life Maybe then they could tell me what’s wrong with me Tell me if I’m broken, or if this world of mine is Tell me if it’s my fault or theirs Just someone to tell me what’s wrong If only that someone truly existed If only this was possible If only I was truly understood Instead I sit here on cold school bathroom tiles Locked inside, scrolling on my phone Praying I don’t break down Praying I don’t break After a while I walk out with a big smile Back to facing the world I can do this… right?