A shitty Artist with a shitty head, writing shitty poems

Why is it, How is it

Why is it,
How is it,
That I can feel,
Feel so alone,
So helpless,
So empty.
Even though I have,
So many people that
Love me,
Care for me.
Yet I still have these
Awful thought.
I feel so selfish,
To have these thoughts.
Why am I like this.
Why do I
How do I
Fake my smiles
My laughter
My emotions.
I shouldn't have to do this.
My friends, family love me
Why can't I tell them
Why can't I express my
TRUE FEELINGS!
How is this so hard.
I feel like I'm dying inside.
Why is this, How is this