I wish I had a way to express myself,
A way to communicate,
or even a way to fully be seen by someone.
But as we can see I resorted to writing to people I don't know.
I can feel the pressure building up,
the depression setting in,
And I cover it up with a smile,
but it seems so real.
This smile on my face
to where I can't tell the difference
Between my real smile
And my fake one I show almost everyday.
It seems as if my friends don't notice
and my parents can barely tell
my twin cousin seems to try to relate to me
But she can't help me
My friends are disappearing one by one
They see I will not relate to them
Or fix myself to be my old self
They see that I will not rise out of this depression
From having to much weight on my shoulder
so when will they help me carry it?
When will they be my shoulder to cry on.
When will they be my TRUE friends?
