Random poetry from who knows where

New Glasses

If someone would just open their eyes, and look around, they'd see.

That something really isn't all that right with me.

My smile's more faker, un-realistic, more forced.

My eyes don't shine with joy, they're missing a source.

My laughter is empty, the sound hollow and dull.

My tiny heart is cracked and broken, when it used to be full.

If anyone tried to actually see if I was okay, they'd see a lot of sad and loneliness, going against whatever I say.

If anyone actually cared, as much as they say they do, then why am I sitting alone in the dark, sad and very blue.

I try not to be a burden, I do everything they say, but I'm just a teenage kid, and I'm really not okay.

I'm secretly the world's best artist, painting on a fake smile.

My lips, though they curve, my emotions do swerve, and my outward appearance does differ, from the feelings in me, that are locked with a key, and hidden better than any other.

And I could beat any actor or actress in Hollywood, making everyone believe I am truly 'good', but deep down inside, where my true feelings hide, I am scared, and sad, and alone.

And if you dig as far as can be dug, you'll find I just need a hug.

Someone please, open your eyes and help me.