I know the feeling of just wanting to revert back to my school-age days. I want to thrash on the ground, throw books at the walls and windows, kick chairs and slam doors. I want to scream until my vocal cords rip to shreds, I want to cry and squeeze my eyes shut until they cave in. I want to clench my jaws until my teeth shatter. The frustration over the fact that no one seems to believe me. The skepticism that no one has the answers to make it all stop.
The demons in my head won’t go away.
And every day I feel like it’s a fight with you,
to make you understand me,
to force you to believe that I take you seriously,
that I’m on your side,
and your side only,
no one else’s—not even mine.