I Am Not Like The Others

(Jake walks on stage, sitting on a couch, because the stage looks like a small little break room. Jake sees no one here in the room with him.)
Jake: Ah! Why do I have to have feelings? I hate this so much. Ahhh! I hate my brain. Why can’t I be a normal teenager, without the feelings?! People are just.. Ah! My manager doesn’t understand me! No one does… No one can sing and write music like I do and the only way they treat me is, is with disrespect and I cannot handle the pain anymore! I just need to get through this, probably alone.
(Poem’s name is I Am Not Like The Others.)
Jake: I am not the best, I cannot do anything like the rest.
I have no idea what they’re thinking. Now all I hear is clicking. (Beat) I have nothing else to say. (Beat) Okay, I lied. I am living with the feeling of unrest Is this the test? If so, I’m an unready mess. Trying to help my family. But I won’t stop thinking. I won't stop digging.  Even though, My grave is already made. I can't take their aid! This will be the new upgrade!
(Jake shows the emotion of stress and anger.) 
Taylor and Liv think they can step on me. Do whatever they want.
BUT I don’t think they can see what I can do. One day they will really see… This is another thing I need to get through. They all should go to first grade, and I should be in first aid. Everything feels really hard. This is nothing I cannot take I will start to shake, but it doesn’t matter! There might be some chatter! The chatter is everywhere. People judging me, pressuring me.. Ah.. Where this isn't just a test! This is the world, with no rest! I’m a survivor! I am standing here today for a reason.. The reason I do not know yet. I just need someone with me. I just wanna be free, with love… but that is something.. Something… I’m just unworthy of (Beat) That person that sees me  The me I really am. I have nothing else to say...! Nothing else to say.. Maybe… Ah.. my head hurts now. I really do need to take a break, but that won’t help doing anything. I should stop thinking now.
(Looks in the audience and have freezes.)
Oh.. you heard that… how much of it? All of it? I am sorry. I am just very stressed and I do not know what to do anymore. I just...give up. I am sorry.. (End.)