My emotions are loud and overwhelming, you call me a drama queen. I burst into tears over frustration and panic, you roll your eyes. I reach out for affection, you turn your back. I cry out for acknowledgment that I’m not broken, you yell at me. I remember painful things and look for reassurance, you shut down. I stand up for my mental health, you call me selfish. I will never be what you want me to be, and I’m exhausted from trying.