They Think

Why doesn’t anyone care about
Who I am inside
Why do they judge and assume
They know the answers why

They think I’m so predictable
That they know me inside out
Yet they have not a clue
About my growing doubts

Nor do they see the gap
From which my doubts appear
The fields that my mind sows
In excruciating fear

They know not where I come from
Nor the roads that I have crossed
The bridges that have flooded
Within my shattered heart

The dignity that was stolen
Before my rage stepped in
The child I once was
With dreams and joy within

Why doesn’t anyone recognize
The times that I have tried
To change my pitiful ways
And not give up the fight