Depressed outcast

I walk down the hallway
with music blasting in my ears
but i can’t help but notice
the voices all around me
“Why does she do that to herself?”
“Eek! She’s got tacks in her ears!”
“Is that a safety pin in her mouth?”
“Doesn’t that hurt?”
“She’s weird!”
“She’s a creep!”
“A freak!”
“It’s tearing her apart!”
I just look down and smile
with a knife in my heart
I’m happy they can’t see
the misery in my eyes
the pain in my life
These pins and tacks are holding me together
not tearing me apart
They say to share your feelings
And that “I’m here to help you out..”
the tears start rolling in
as i pour my heart out
They look at me with shock
I thought they’d understand
a string of hope
in vain
“Are you kidding me?!” they say
“you are not depressed, others have had it worst
you're not better than the rest!”
depression pushes deeper
into the drowned lakes of sadness
There are only some who understand
who walk the path as i do
whose left side is imperfect
like mine