I feel like people don’t understand me
They talk to me, they see me, they read me but they don’t feel me.
I feel like, in my head, I’m always complaining.
I feel like nothing is how is supposed to be
Like everything is rightly wrong
Too much perfection, too much ordinary, too much normal and too much stability.
I’m the only weird one in the picture but it’s unnoticeable.
I’m the only thing shadowy, I’m the only dark thing, I’m the only problem, I’m the only one unsatisfied.
I look at my surroundings and life is perfect. I have a family, I have friends, I have a love interest, the weather is superb, I’m working, I’m getting a good education, people are nice to me, I’m not being bullied, I’m not being blackmailed, I’m not being followed, I’m not being raped, I’m healthy, I don’t have scars, I’m not crazy, my family loves me, my friends like me, college is going smoothly, I’m not rejected, I’m not pointed at, I’m not someone’s punching bag, I’m not locked up somewhere, I’m not forced to do dangerous things, I’m not captive, I’m not addicted to anything, I am normal.
Except that every morning, when I wake up, I feel less and less enthusiastic, less and less grateful. And every night, before I go to sleep, I’m looking less and less forward to the following morning.