Understand...

I wish you could understand how I felt,

When a comment was made about me, or a joke…

When I wanted to feel praised for doing something I loved…

When I would feel exhausted after a long day.

When I didn’t want to be compared to others.

When I didn’t want to do sports…

When I wanted to have a heart-to-heart conversation…

When I wanted you both to see the world in color, not black and white…

When I wanted the fighting to stop…

When we got out of that situation.

When I wanted to cry…

When I wanted to be mad..

When you made jokes about the friends that were there for me…

When I had a bad day and didn't want to talk about it…
I want to live a life, without having to deal with snarky looks if I feel something, or be able to cry without everyone asking me questions 24/7…
Why can’t you understand that…?