You can yell at me and scream at me all you want. Even if you don’t see it, I know I’m still a person. What you’re saying doesn’t make me feel it, but deep down I know I have to remember. Just remember.

I’m going to hide under my covers now, in the safety of my bedroom. I’m going to crank my music up as loud as it will go, and scream and cry until all of my frustrations and anxieties have been shed in the form of tears. You can look at the tearstains on my cheeks and pillow, and say what you want, but I know you do it too.

I’m still a person. I’m a girl, just a girl, trying to make it through all this. And you’re not helping. I need some time to be alone, to be me. I know I’m still a person, even when you tell me it’s not okay to cry.

You can say all these ugly words, but what I know speaks louder. I’m still a person, and there’s nothing you can do to change that. I wish you could understand.

I’m just a girl. Please don’t try to take that away from me.