I found this poem in my docs... I wish somebody would know. I wish somebody would care. I wish somebody would stop and listen. But that’s just a wish. It won't come true. But maybe. But maybe if I hope. Someday Someone Will care. It doesn’t help when I hear you talking behind my back. I know how I act. I wish I could stop it too. But it’s harder than that. When you feel this way. When you cry every time. Someone says it. I feel alone. Even though I'm surrounded by amazing people. I know I'm just a jealous weirdo. But sometimes I can’t help it. It’s like I can't talk to anyone. I’m closed into a small ball. Stopping me from telling anyone. Stopping me from doing anything. Making me act this way. But I can't break out. It’s closing in around me. It’s getting hard to breathe. Everything is getting darker. I felt a hand on my shoulder. But no one was there.
