What about me?

Journal after journal after journal, 
one after another, 
Each better than the last, 
You make me look like a monster, 
You tarnish my name, 
And only a few select know, 

You know what I did, 
But you dont know why, 
You dont know what Ive been going through, 
You don't know my struggles, 
Only yours seem to matter, 
And only a few select know. 

It's just about how you feel, 
How you got hurt, 
How i was worse than bullet holes, 
And only a few select know