With in me.

I am a shadow of a person. People look at me all the time, but do they really see me? What I feel? Who I am? No. Never. Not once has someone sat me down and told me to tell them how I feel. That will never happen. How could I expect that kind of stuff when I act like nothing is wrong? I'm the girl you never see without a smile. Always laughing, always happy. I'm the girl that everyone seems to be friends with. You could come to me with anything and I will listen. Bullies don't even try to pick on me, they won't get a reaction except for a smile, nod, or laugh. I do well in my classes, and do sports. The ideal teen. Too bad it's a mask. Because really, I hate myself. I live in a orphanage, my parents left me before my first birthday. I'm robotic, I'm 17 and nothing changes in my life. It's slowly killing me. I'm swallowed by the the depression that fills me when I'm alone. So when I found out what I had with in me, what was lying under my skin, well it helped, a lot.