User talk:Kaytlen Tompson

My name is Kaytlen Dinetso- Tompson. I am fourteen years old and I have been through so much. Some adults tell me that they know what I'm going through. They don't know. They lie all the time. I hate their fake sympathy and their pathetic questions, how they try to make everything better by saying a few useless words. What is, "I'm sorry," going to do? I'm still in a group home. I'm still hurt. I'm still separated from my brother and sisters, still trying to cope with my anger, with my depression. Don't they understand anything, that I don't want their pity? I just want a home, a family, a place where I belong. Is that asking for too much? Doesn't anyone want me? How depressing is that, to be in foster care for fourteen years and not having a person in the world take me in, love me, care for me? I have always wondered what it would be like to be another person with their parents, never having to worry about anything really besides being popular or what to wear in the morning instead of worrying about my siblings and thinking when I wake up," Man, I'm still alive," and I wonder why God can't just kill me now? Doesn't He feel my pain? Why does He let me suffer? I think to myself, who will pull me out of this abyss of suffering, this endless fog and hopeless void? When will the air clear and I can finally leave the dark behind me? It's like I'm walking through life feeling only pain, and rejection. I wonder how people could be so uncaring, so cruel, and oblivious to what's happening around them. Don't they see the hurt, the pain, and suffering that people go through? I wonder if they do but it's their choice whether or not they want to make a change. Usually they don't because they are so caught in their greed, and their own lives to care. A million times I have been put aside for money, for greed, and sometimes just because I wasn't needed or wanted. One time when I was in class, I didn't want to do my work ( the one and only day that I didn't want to do my work) and I was on the verge of tears. I hurried out of the classroom and I was put on personal restriction because I couldn't do my work. The teacher told me that I can't just come in here and expect people to feel sympathy for me because they won't and that's when I knew that she didn't understand like she said she did.