People tell me to be better.

That I should be nice to others.

That I should stop being ill-tempered.

Stop being envious of others.

It hurts.

They tell me these words, it hurts.

My loved ones hurt me the most.

Not physically, but by words.

Words that go directly to my heart.

They don't know the pain.

The pain I feel every day.

The challenges and troubles I face.

I am tired.

The things they say makes it worse.

I am tired.

I just want to be my self, but I can't.

I am afraid.

Afraid to be judged by others.

I just want someone.

Someone to lean on.

Someone to help me, and someone I can talk to.

I am only human.

Why can't they see that.