Life, Not Roses

What am I

i am just a jumble of mess,
swept away into a room
locked out from everyone else
because everytime i try to show them
the part that is genuine
they all turn away
and the voices stay
and the problems get bigger,
the people get smaller
and nobody hears the screams in that small little room
except for one girl
but i feel the more she hears me,
the more it will hurt when she doesn't anymore
the bigger the lock will become
all i want to know is who locked me in here.

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"How long do you think your parents will keep this up..?" I sighed, snuggling close to Amitola.
"I don't know.." She groaned, "I just hope I get something other than a small salad for dinner.."
"You wanna stay over my house instead tonight..?" I whispered.
"I'd like that a lot Alice," Amitola grinned.