My original,
My own,
My specialty,
My own perspective of reality.

That's the way things work for me,
From all my experiences,
I attained this consciousness,
And gave me my own type of judgement.

I don't know how to write with imagination,
I'm relying more on my experiences and failures,
Poems, the events in my life,
The collection of my own perception.

Don't talk about your sadness,
They'll say you're an annoyance.
Don't talk about how terrified you are,
They'll say you're frustrating.
Don't talk about your struggles,
They'll tell you all about their triumphs.
Don't talk about what you're going through,
They won't understand.

Don't tell anyone anything.
Simply cause it's pointless.
Struggles of the dead are valued more than those who are alive.
Nobody wants to sit with you and hear your sad story.
They want you to toughen up and get over it.
And that's not what you want to hear.
So don't say anything to anyone.