It Hurts Inside

What is this that I feel?
Inside dark coils wrap around my heart.
Trying its hardest to tear it apart.

I cry out in the dark room of mine
hoping that someone will hear
but yet that they won;t hear

Because I can't stand the people around me
that judge me when they won't hear the entire story
When all they want to hear is almost impossible

They want to hear only A's on a report card,
and being the top of your class in school
and having a few jobs to pay for what you want

When in reality, I am the only one out of four
Out of four that has these expectations
Expectations that are almost impossible to meet

Should I run off like my cousin did and never contact you?
Or should I sever any possible contact you will
ever have with me with my weapon of choice?

Maybe I should ask you which road I should take?
But then all you would do is joke and tease me
Tease me about my illness making it worse.