I cry through my skin.

 Why do people treat me like I'm a child? Why do they treat me as though I'm going to break at the slightest provoke? Dad was having some problems last night...So he started talking to me and then he told me that I'm a hypertensive girl who takes her stress out with razor blades and that I'm too emotionally disturbed to be talking to. You have no clue how much that pissed me off. I'M EMO! GET OVER IT! I'm not going to break into a million pieces and try to kill myself if you have a bad day, I'm not going to spontaniously combust if you're cross with someone and need a little breathing room. I'm not made of glass! And you know...No one ever believes me when I say I'm alright with something. They always think I'm secretly tearing my heart up because of it. I'm not! I'm sensitive...But not THAT sensitive. I just hate people treating me like I'm some fragile little trinket that needs to be protected and wrapped in foam...Only taken out on very special occasions and when said occasion arises must be taken out with the greatest of care. I'm a teenager...I need to hurt, I need to make mistakes, I need people to let me do what I think is right!!! I need to BREATHE.