My Truth

I hate the way people say that no matter what your family will always be there.I hate the way people say that you find out who your real friends are in a crisis.What happens when you find out that you have no real friends and that your family is not there? I hate the way people judge me.They look at my face, my clothes but they never try to look at the person within me.They take one look at me and dismiss me without even trying to understand.I hop from group to group hoping to find someone who will accept me for me.I just want someone to look at me and see through this facade.They will see the me that sits alone at night and covers her mouth trying to muffle her great sobs.They would tell me that it is ok to cry, that they will be there for me, my shoulder to lean on. Not to treat me like a doormat.Why is that so much to ask? I just need someone to care and take away the pain. To replace the blade that does it for me. Why can't you be that someone? Please. Just look beneath the facade.