a jumbled mess of my thoughts

it seems
that people get too caught up in
who they perceive you to be
who they want you to be
who they think you should be
that they hardly listen
when you say
"this is who i am."

getting a small taste
here and there
of the stupid judgements people have
gives you the tiniest glimpse
into the pain you aren't experiencing
but know exists.
the pain you may one day face.
the pain that seems unbelievable.

because you always say,
"that's something that happens to other people.
not me."


u n t i l  i t  h a p p e n s  t o  y o u .