Unexplainable

I am psyc. sick.
I hate my teen-age because I've suffered a lot.
And those people never understand me.


And now...
I am awfully hurt again.
Because they never try to understand me.


I really want to face them
But I'm afraid
I will loose myself
And do things I wasn't suppose to do.


So all I can do right now is...
Run.


Don't find me.