People Like Us- In this life of ours, we are misunderstood and judged for reasons we should be heard cradled. Every problem building up inside like water to a closed dam. Until that dam gets a crack and the water comes pouring out. For us the problems come rushing out through broken skin from razors on our body. Crimson red relief we call it. We want to be understood, but we can't understand ourselves in this world where understanding is rare, and where blind ignorance is so common among people who honestly don't give a crap. But hey we put on that fake smile and fool everybody that those scars are from the cat. The "licensed clinicians" trying to reach into our head to pinpoint the "root" of our condition, who are no more help than a blind brain surgeon performing an important operation. Accidentally poking and prodding and pushing that spot in our heads to make us snap. Then there's the questions and stares when you show your battle wounds from losing that fight with yourself the night before, hoping that you can avoid punching as many people as possible. In this life of ours we are labeled freaks, crazy, emo, insane because we are different. This girls has scars on her arms so she's automatically an outcast. That girl who's bipolar changes emotions way too fast. This girl who's emo because her collection on black clothing is too vast. That girl is crazy because her past two suicide attempts aren't her last. No one but people like us can relate to people like us. In this life we are tortured by the monsters in our head, telling is we'd be better off dead, cutting to feed the hunger that can never be fed. What people don't know is that in this life of ours the phrase actions speak louder than words is the whole point.