A roar from the audience

Turns my stomach into knot's

The curtain is lifted

And I am all they got.

 

I enter this building of misery

where you are supposed to

Learn about a better Future.

 

I have many friends that Love me,

good grades, and do activity's

But none of my friends really know.

 

I go home and enter a world of social media

where I can hide once more.

My audience I preform to,

my friend who think they know me,

the viewers who think I am happy,

Don't really know.

 

Who am I?

 

I am scared, terrified, stuck in a deep hole to weak to climb out

 I am trapped because I am not happy

I believe there is No One who can make me happy

 

I am the Good Friend

The Listener

The Support

The Help

 

But in the inside I cry for my friends,

I desperately long for companionship,

I hear stories of love that I want to experience

 

But I act and perform,

put on a show

that I don't need a man

and that I can be the good friend who's all on her own

Friends look at me and see Strength.

But that is something I am not

 

I am the one who asks

I am the one who want to know

I am the one that is There but Never Looked at

so I act like I am happy

 

But inside I am wanting someone to Want Me,

To find me first,

I am tired of looking,

I am stuck in this vast hole where I cannot see light

But I put on a show and make everything look alright.