Nobody listened

Most of my nights were spent alone crying to myself my best friend far gone steady being bullied childhood ruin-er fights with my mother sometimes wanted to be through with her just a misunderstood youngin' i was too shy and quiet my book was the only one that listened i could cry, i could scream express my secret dreams convinced i was a freak risked my health and my vision people hated my physique cried to her face nobody was listening so i found an outlet my dad said "sticks and stones" i didn't assist me my poems are emotional i can't help it, it's within me.