The walls start breathing, my mind's unweaving

The idea that no one understands and no one ever will because you're wrong. So wrong that even your own parents don't want to understand. You pull yourself away from them because there's no point.

You get older and you think it may be time to stop. Time to move on and past it. But every word out of your mouth is scattered across the prairie that is your family life. There are no bridges to burn because they were never built. Tears mean nothing because you cannot hold them in. Every emotion you possess is laid bare but you are just spat at for being "too sensitive."

Every conversation reminds you of your darkest moments as a teenager. When you went through everything any other person goes through. But you always went further. You had to win always. Your darkest days still make you weep with the hopelessness of it. You told yourself that every one feels the same way. But you're older now, you know better. They lied to you. They didn't know how bad it got. How bad you were.

But it's okay now. You can suppress it better than before. You'll go through life never saying a word. Except in moments like these when you realize someone should know. Someone should know in case you bottled one too many tears and it all blows up from there. Only who would you tell.