Identity [not finished]

Just because I look ordinary on the outside, doesn't mean I'm ordinary on the inside.
Just because I look perfect on the outside, doesn't mean I can't be broken on the inside.
Just because you can't see my scars, doesn't it mean they aren't there.
Just because you can't see part of my identity, doesn't mean I'm a different person. It just means I'm complicated.

You could say i live two different lives. One at school, one at home and I will under no circumstances mix the two together. My life at school, stays at school and vice versa. My friends never come to my house and my mom doesn't care enough to bother asking about school. My two worlds will never mix. No matter how hard it is, I will do anything to keep them separate. But at the end of the day, I can never decide which life is worse the one at school, or the one at home. At school I am completely fake, but at home, I can be myself, but no one, notices me or cares about me. Sometimes the only thing I want is a friend, a real friend. Someone who will accept me, someone I can be myself around, someone who will love me.