Worn

Nobody understands my pain
And it seems that it would only rain,
Your pride don't you see how it kills me,
Your restless banter, your shouting and screams.
I wish this brain had not gone so numb,
From being treated harshly and so dumb,
I wish only you had understood when I was born
That I am different then I wouldn't be so torn.
My parents desires are not my own,
A great teacher once to me told,
But my kin burden me with desires so
That I am numb and dumb and oh so worn.