Inner Human

Some days I feel lonely,
Most weeks invisible,
Many months, gone.
I just can't figure out why
Most people have their friends,
While I have two.
Many have their parents,
Mine just don't get me,
You may think that I'm happy,
That's just a smile painted on,
I try so hard to be like you,
To be something that I know I can't be,
I know that your parents help you,
But mine don't get me, its true.

Some days I feel Lonely,
Most weeks, invisible.
Disappearing into darkness,
I'm done with being this way,
I'm done with everything,
I just want to be safe,
To feel loved.
Can't anyone understand it?
All I ever wanted was to be loved,
To have friends, (More than two)
To have parents that get me
That supports me,
Most of all, I want to be myself,
And not be something that I know I can't be.