I can never be honest with my family,
They will pass anything I say as normal,
"You're just a teenager, expect it",
But my confusing emotions,
A brain on a rough sea of imbalance,
I can't get help,
Because I'm afraid to,
Or because my family wouldn't want it,
I feel crazy half the time,
And awful the other,
I can barely pass the time,
Without forgetting it exists,
I sit impervious to the things around me,
People just don't register anymore,
I like to be alone,
I hate to feel alone,
Is this a problem?
Will I ever find an answer?
Will life just sort out my emotional problems in time?
I want to believe so,
I think not,
I think this is going to just get worse and worse,
Before anything gets better,
Do I have reason to complain?
Probably not but there may be a problem in my brain,
Dopamine, serotonin, any number of things misfiring,
Is that normal?
I don't want to be normal,
Normal is painful and sad,
A dismal existence,
For a people shrouded in hypocrisy,
People taking pride in another's lies,
So I'll find hope in the wrong places,
Hope that controls in ways that fear cannot.