Misunderstood

I used to be so strong mentally

But as times have worn on and I have been broken down;

I often feel remorse and very misunderstood.

I cry constantly now because it is the only way I know how

To release the frustration that I feel exists;

I look into their eyes and all I see is disappointment

Even though I know in my heart I tried.

That little bit doesn’t matter

Seemingly because I am just a failure in their eyes.

So I go around this house looking at things

Remembering that the last time I did

They felt so very different to me.

I look at these things as if they are mocking me

Because in all actuality they are.

Because I am not supposed to me here

I am supposed to be living on my own.