I'M In Enough Pain, Don'T Use Me To Make Your Life Interesting Poem by mona martinez

do you care about me,
or do you need drama?
what i share is hard enough as is,
i need trust and support,
what i have been through is hard enough,
i doubt myself everyday,
i often question 'who am i? '
for what to hear that i was right,
that i'm worthless?
i need support,
not be an excuse for work,
or talk around friends,
in my mind, i am not suppose to talk,
i still feel like that kid,
trying to get help,
but instead i'm afraid,
of not being believed,
and yet, i live with this nightmare,
day after day,
hoping that one day,
this pain will ease,
but i'm left with unaswered questions,
do you really care for me,
or is it all an act?