Do you know what it's like to feel what I feel?
To question what you think, and if it's actually real.
I wish you could step in my shoes and see through my eyes.
But even then, I don't think that you could ever realize.
Have you ever felt so trapped inside your own mind?
As depression swallows you, and leaves you blind
To all of those that make an effort to be there
Aside to the ones only pretending to care.
Still, you have the audacity to say, "Get over it."
I don't understand how you consider that a benefit.
Does it make you feel righteous to keep putting people down?
As if that's what makes you respected enough to be renown.
So I'll answer the question, you don't know what it's like!
You are the exact type of person I've grown to dislike.
If my words break you down and make you feel dumb,
If they drop on you like bokoharam's bomb
I hope you know now, what it's like to be numb.
And I hope you will learn not to provoke
For anger is the inevitable thing you'll invoke
