They think you’re crazy,
they think you’re mad.
They call you stupid,worthless,
tell you you’re not worth it.
Now you’re walking back,
to a place you call home,
but you feel so alone.
The same hurtful hits,
it’s your darker place.
In your virgin ears,
the remarks they make.
And if they knew, if they really knew
all of those things.
That you do in your room,
to hide the pain.
I bet their minds would change.
I’ll bet their minds would change.
They’d change,if they knew the pain.
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Usually I used to answer to questions on my English paper from poems. But I can’t understand many of them. In this poem I can understand what you say and It’s simple and it has a irony. Cool. This is my first comment for a poem post.