A weight upon my chest I bear,
A burden that I cannot share,
A feeling that I'm a problem to all,
A constant sense of standing tall.

Every step I take, every move I make,
Feels like a burden that others must take,
A sense of guilt, a sense of shame,
A feeling that I'm to blame.

I try to hide, I try to fade,
But the weight of my presence is made,
A problem to everyone, it's true,
A feeling that I don't know what to do.

But still I stand, and still I face,
The world around me with a steady pace,
For though I feel like a problem to all,
I know that I am not a burden to fall.

I am a soul, with a heart and mind,
A person worthy of love and kind,
And though the weight of my presence may be,
I know that I am not a problem to be.