Childhood trauma

A weakened sense of self

Afraid of the judgement

Afraid of losing myself

I didn’t ask to be here

I never asked to stay

And yet each day that passes me

I’m stuck and in dismay

I just want to be happy

I don’t want to be scared

I want to wake up each new morning

Hopeful, ready, and aware

They say they understand me

I say they’re full of shit

Unless you’ve lived my life with me

Quit lying and get a grip

I don’t want the attention

I do better on my own

So please stop trying to fix my life

I’ll get better one day, I know