my life looks good to everyone else on the outside, but you dont know me.

the real me just does not care what happens for i feel no pain, i have no emotions, i dont smile or laugh.

look in to my eyes then you can see the truth of my hurting soul and it lets you see where i stand, alone, by myself.

so others dont get hurt. i have no love to give to others for i have none for myself.

friends i have none for no one knows me and the anger and hate that i have.

they just see a happy go lucky person all the time thats fun to hang with but cant figure out why hes like that.

its because its not me its a front to cover my wounds that i cover from all by hiding the deep inside as if locked up and i have throwen away the key so they will never be opened.

as i sit here iam dying inside iam a mess just screaming and cring without end its overwelming.

things that were clear have just dissapeared from sight.

this body is tired of the fighting the thought of throwing in the towl has come to mind more then once.

i would love to take down all the fronts and show the truth, but i cant for i trust no one, but myself.

i keep things hidden quite well and not showing whats really going on. in the end im not myself as u know me.