They like me hiding the real me
It allowed them to be comfortable
But it made me feel worse
You don't want to hear about my day
Because my day involves pain
You don't want to hear what I feel
My good attitude is back lit by pain
If the real me was hateful
Then maybe I'd understand
But this is about social discomfort
This is about disturbing truth
I'm outspoken but introverted
I'm employed and disabled
I'm authentic with mental illness
I'm not looking to fit your mold.