Misunderstood

I have so much anguish but I just keep that inside of me
I can't tell my mother so I write it in my diary
There was a moment when I dropped to my knees
And I looked to the sky as I yelled God please
Why can't I be normal just like everybody else
Instead you cursed me with defected mental health
I can't ever seem to stop thinking
The only time it stops
Is when I'm fucking drinking
I tried to pray but it still got worse
Now I'm sitting in my car crying writing down this verse
I should probably talk to someone
Or even go to therapy
Cus when I talk to people they just end up being scared for me
I mean no harm but people still stray away
It's like I'm meant to be alone till my last day
I tell myself that it's all good
It's not me, it's them
And I'm just misunderstood

You know what, I just
I don't feel like being there for you anymore
I didn't sign up for this
We can't go anywhere without you being so fucking antisocial
You're a little depressed bitch
You think I wanna fucking be around you all the fucking time
You think you're pleasant to fucking be around
Nah bitch fuck you
You're just a quick fucking nut
That's it period, nothing else like bye

I don't even know why I even try
No one gives a fuck about you until the day you die
I'm not self-diagnosed like attention seeking hoes
Like the type you find at the backyard shows
They claim to anti-social
They claim to be depressed
Later you find em in a group photo wearing a dress
I can't stand to be around strangers I don't know
If you invite me to a place with a lot of people then I won't go
Cus I really am what I claim to be
I don't need to pretend for a bit of sympathy
I feel sorry for myself as it is
You think need someone else in my fucking business
You see, I have some sort of compassion
I don't go around saying I'm depressed just for a fashion
I tell myself that it's all good
It's not me it's them, I'm just misunderstood

It's not me it's them, I'm just misunderstood
It's not me it's them, I'm just misunderstood
It's not me it's them, I'm just misunderstood
It's not me it's them, I'm just misunderstood

Most of you lack some sort of attention
But you can't admit it due to a lack of comprehension
If what I'm saying bothers you
You need reflection
Believe me I had plenty staying in adult detention
Sitting in a cold room, my hands behind my back
Handcuffed to a silver bench, yeah you know that shit was wack
I didn't wanna use my call
I can't remember numbers anyway then my tears began to fall
I looked at the mirror but the tears made it hard to see
I couldn't wipe my nose with my hands so I used my knees
Next thing you know the cell door opens wide
And I see the cops bringing some older lady inside
We sat on the same bench side to side facing the same mirror
She said something but I didn't hear her
She said, "Son are you good?"
I said it's not me it's them I'm just misunderstood.