I'm a human being. I exist for some reason. I'm not just here to be here, I have a purpose.
I'm a human being. I need food and water. I can't live without it. It's a priority. It's mandatory.
I'm a human being. I like attention. I like conversation. I like being social. I like friends.
I'm a human being. I have fear. I fear of laughter at me, unintentionally. I'm afraid of loss.
I'm a human being. I have emotions. I have feelings. They are strong, but come tumbling down.
I'm a human being. I can socialize with people. I can have friends of many sorts. I can express.
I'm a human being. I can be myself. I'm allowed to do what I want. I can have opinions and interests.

I hurt. I have pain. I have emotions that can break easily. They can fall down in three words. They can fall down by three words. I should be able to be myself. I should be able to express my interests without shame. I should be able to talk freely without fear of judgment.
I should be able to walk down the hallway everyday without the fear of people talking about me without my knowledge. I should be able to talk to my friends. I should be able to socialize as I please. I shouldn't have to ask friends to stand up for me. They should automatically. If they really want you to be their friend, they'll do it automatically.
I have problems, I have doubts. That doesn't make me lower than you. Everyone on this world is equal, no matter what is happening, or what they do or think. They shouldn't be categorized by the way they look or act. They should have freedom.
I shouldn't be ignored and left apart. I should be whole, not ripped in two. I should be happy, I should feel joy. I should be allowed to smile. I shouldn't have to ask for permission. I should be able to do as I please sometimes.
I feel pain. I feel it, I really do. Sometimes you don't know that. I put on a happy face everyday to hide the pain that tears me apart inside, that eats at my mental health. That pain you inflict on me is not physical, it's mental. That's the worst kind of pain. It hurts more than words could ever try.
For someone with anxiety and depression, you shouldn't feel like you can push me around. You should feel like you need to help me. You shouldn't feel the need to push me around anyway, I am an individual, I am a human being. I do still feel, I'm not soul-less. I have a heart, and it holds all those fragile emotions who choose to crush by a simple action.
You've gone too far this time...you may not even notice the reason why I'll be gone.

But...

I choose to be happy. I choose to feel joy. I choose how you treat me.
I've had enough. I'm tired of being pushed around like a CPR dummy! I want to be a person, I want to have a say in what I can and cannot do. You aren't God, so you can't control my life anymore.

Because I won't let it come to that...not anymore.  Because I am an individual.

I am a human being..