Come and Find Me

I sometimes sit and wonder, what do I have to do?
To stop the little comments and the looks I get from you.
You think that I don't notice when you're talking down to me,
I know that I can't stop that, I only know one way to be.

Yet I'm so sick of always doing everything you way,
It never seems to matter what I do or what I say,
You disregard my feelings, you cannot even see,
The things that really matter, what is deep inside of me.

So if I cannot change myself and be like all of you,
I'll just keep breaking down the walls and hope that I get through
but I cannot see that happening until you are hearing what I say,
The things that make me like this don't just simply go away.

We're not so different, you and I - is it one in four they say?*
It could be you tomorrow, but I guess it's me today
and if tomorrow comes around and they all turn their back,
You may find what you could not give are now the things you lack.

So I guess I'll keep on talking until I turn a head or two,
I wont try to change your mind, that's something only you can do
but if you ever find that my world starts to merge with yours,
Come and fine me, I wont judge, I will not close my doors.

*Statistics show that one in four people suffer from mental health issues at some point in their lives