Let Me Be Poem by zara williams

Constantly in my face asking me question
all in my bubble, i need space
in my own world i escape
my thoughts in my head are my true friends
those are real conversations to myself
more real than fake friends that pretend to listen
do they care?
if they did they would feel and identify my feeling
feel my pain, express my pan,
relate my pain, cry my pain and erase my pain
but no my thoughts and pillow are my best friends....