Barefoot in the Rain

Can you see the stigma in my face.
The warts and blisters on my feet.
Do you know how I got in this place?
I've lived and done it all and I'm only thirteen.
I am a news headline,
I am one third in a growing epidemic.
Now you know why the walls cry.
Branded with imprints of my battered fists.
Now you know why my loved ones hide.
I am a child in crisis,
I reject the help that's given to me.
I hurt myself because you see something ugly.
If I don't tell, you won't have to listen.
Verbal threats, I just can't stop it.
Medication is only a temporary fix.
I'll run away cause a scene and get into some criminal mischief.
I am a challenge by default.
Just because my name is in the system.
Doesn't mean it's my fault.
I walk as if I'm lost.
I'm stuck, my life on pause.
Society judging my damaged outlook.
I am not just misunderstood,
I go where the rain takes me.
I laugh because deep down it's all a fantasy.
Barefoot I am,
HELP!
I lost my shoes in a world called reality.