My cries misunderstood, My heart empty.

Nobody will ever understand.

My torment, My pain and My fear.

Emotions hidden somewhere.

My inability to love unconditionally, For what?

To pay the price for deception.

Tough under pressure.

Hard to break like cement.

Animosity toward those who put me down at the lowest times.

Hatred empowers me, Fear control me, Sadness flows like a new high, Anger is my 

adrenaline and Stress is my second life. Finally its red and black. 

Then I realize "They" understand me. "They" listen. "They're" also slow to judge.

I can have plenty of conversations with them but can "They" really help?