If only you knew, the things I’ve been through.
I sit silently with my thoughts.
My past made me into, the person whose,
joy quickly rots.

I try to think throughout the day,
but am reminded again.
“God where are you”, I scream,
“Why aren’t you my friend?”

I walk through the door.
“How are you?”, They say.
“I am great.”, is my reply.
I deny the day.

As I write, I ponder of who I am.
But immediately think of my flaws.
The problem with making mistakes,
Is shame comes that you yourself cause.

Who am I? Why am I here?
No one cares! There's so much fear!
Most are afraid of death, but I’m afraid of life.
Because when you are dead,
There is no more strife.

So who am I? Do you want the answer that's true?
You may feel my pain,
If only you knew…...