All these.. (words)

All these people, all these words.
They are wrong saying they don't hurt.

All these blame, all these shame
Now I have them scars, I'm not the same

All these years, all these tears.
Alone at my home, or around my peers.
Don't feel comfortable, don't feel safe
Bleeding heart, stomach ache

All these inferiority, all these anxiety
Head goes down when I'm in society
When I move or talk, I do it quietly

All these wasted potential, all these unrest
My true me suppressed, it's hard to digest
Trying to get ahead, don't want this to manifest (any further)
Heavy on my chest, yet I know I am blessed

Now it's time, time to heal
I gotta face it all, no matter how I feel
Must go through it and give it a place to find true peace
Can not wait to be healed, to be my best me