They don’t understand you.
They don’t understand how much you try to be what every one wants, that sometimes you forget who you are. They don’t understand that you have remind yourself to enjoy the simple things, to sit and watch the sunset instead of worrying about tomorrow. They don’t understand why you would rather read a book with earl grey tea then watch your favorite tv show on netflix. They don’t understand how much power a simple word holds, they don’t know how much damage can be caused by a string of words and how you hope they never find out. They don’t understand how you don’t know how to speak when it gets hard because your were raised to sit still and be quiet.
They don’t understand. I’m sorry.