What Lies Beneath
I pray for darkness at times when it is impossible, as I feel an akward presence among those who enjoy the brightness of day.
If only that wish to start conversations with me would understand that I am not concerned about the terrific things that are happening to them.
Don’t expect my “happiness” to last, as it becomes more and more of a struggle to fake cheerfulness to hide my true identity as a depressed child.
Only a select amount of people in my life understand how I feel most of the time. Sadly they are most certainly not my family, which could care less about my well-being, as long as they get what their selfish minds want.
I’ve made the mistake of associating with the confused teens at my school. I’m going to be ridiculed even harder once the mask is gone. I’ve confided my likeliness with a few friends, but that won’t stop the mass of other kids who make their lives better with the torturing of those who are “Different”.
I’ve decided not to worry myself with the thoughts against me, as long as the damage isn’t to severe. I’m ready for my undeserved punishments once they all know.