They

They tell me to hold on
and it will all get better.
they tell me to open up
and they are here for me.
So i slowly began
to tell them how i feel
only to be looked at
as if i am a foreign creature.
They think the know
what i am going through.
So i ask them
when they thought about suicide,
and i don't get an answer,
therefore they have no idea how i feel.
They don't understand
They only make it worse
they question me
like a criminal
They don't listen
to my answers
and have already drawn conclusions
before i open my mouth.
They think they are better
than me because of the fact that
i am not happy and
don't have the perfect life like they do.
They think that since i am not like them,
something is wrong with me
but the only difference is
i am not in denial about my life or who i am.