The Truth, The Whole Truth and Nothing But...

Look, I apologize to the society of intolerant haters,

That I've surrounded myself with over the years,

I've been told I need help, that my mind is not normal,

Hell, most people think I'm crazy and barely make sense.

But my mind IS normal, it's just a different kind,

Than most normal people, but I stick to my reasoning,

Drown myself in poetry, trying to cope with the self-hatred,

That adds to my stress and levels the seasoning.

Mentally ignorant, panic-stricken with negative emotions,

That threaten my wellbeing and emotional stability,

You say that I'm too quiet: "Speak up so I can hear you!"

But I've already answered your questions to the best of my ability.

I don't run from people, I run from their curiosity,

That follows me every time I release new poetry,

"Are you depressed? Should I tell your parents?"

NO!

Just stop trying to help me and forget this novelty.