Have you felt the little voice within you, struggling to get out, trying to tell someone something? Have you suppressed that voice because you fear you cannot express it like it should be? Do you feel like you will never be able to make sense of how you feel, how you feel so low; guilty of these feelings, but sometimes it gets too much you hide, sweep it under the carpet? or under the bed, somewhere safe, away from sight?

How are you to react when you are misunderstood, but you no longer have the energy to explain, because nothing makes sense, because no matter what you say it doesn't matter nothing is going to change so you just drop the topic, block out the conversations the screaming slices through the air above your head?

It's a sad sad world we live in, but its saddening when the people around you whom you thought should be the ones who understand you despite how much you love-hate them still don't know you enough to move you along;

After all these years i thought you knew better.