Raindrops on Roses

Ladies and gentlemen of the judgemental jury,
Please won't you take your hateful eyes off me?
I can't stand your gazes or burning stares,
Condescending glances and hateful glares.

As strong as I seem I have that Achille's heel,
That plagues my soul and makes me reel.
I'm sick of this feeling of hopelessness
And I'm sick of being weighed down by all of this stress.

The smiles and laughs are about as fake as I get,
But I know that my fate in stone is not set.
I want to break free, but I'm afraid of change.
So I'll stay in this phase feeling akward and strange.

I appreciate your gestures, smiles, and care,
And shunning my friends, I wouldn't dare.
But I have to take time to get things figured out
Even though it may mean a period of doubt.

I'm diagnosing myself as psychologically shattered,
Mentally broken, and painfully battered.
Please don't say you're sorry; I'll be just fine.
All I need is myself and some time.