Understand me

I explain too much, even when I don’t have to. Apologize—right or wrong—just to keep peace. Oh, what if they hate me? What if I’m not enough? My thoughts spiral into shadows, Wondering what they think ,when I’m not in the room. I feel judged— Even by the ones who should feel like home. I’m tired. I’m aching for someone to *get it*. Not fix me— Just understand me, Without needing me to explain.