Tired of Being Me

Why won't you listen?
Why won't you believe?
They're really here,
But you're so naive.

So open your eyes,
And see my world.
It'd different, isn't it?
Twisted and curled.

Your horrors of night
Are mine night and day.
They just don't stop
No matter what you say.

The voices, the people,
The abuse and the harm.
It's stronger than me,
They're hard to disarm.

I ask for help
But no one hears my plea.
So I hope you understand
That I'm tired of being me.