Hyper

Too hyper.

Annoying.

A pest.

Too happy.

Immature

Childish.

Why am I like this?

Why can't I be normal?

I just wanna have friends

I wanna trust my friends

I don't want to lose them.

I don't want to fear that.

Not again.

When can I rest at ease

Knowing people like me

For me.

When can I stop crying and screaming

Trying and failing to sleep,

Because I feel their judgement.

When can I be some one people like?

Maybe never.

Maybe tomorrow?

All I know is the wait is painful.

And when that day arrives

I'll cry till there's nothing left to cry for