I totally get you, girl, with that pounding pain,
When people don't get it, it drives her insane.
Her mom asked for help, but she couldn't comply,
The headache was too much, she had to deny.

But instead of understanding, they called her names,
Like "Kamchor," adding fuel to her flames.
She tries to understand others, but they don't see,
The struggles she faces, it's just not meant to be.

So here's her chance to speak, to let it all out,
Through this poem, she can scream, scream and shout.
Don't worry if they think she's silly or weak,
They don't know the battles she silently seeks.


"Now she's writing this poem and she totally knows that the person who is reading this probably thinks that she's totally crazy."


© bably