Within me there is a storm , a brew of present and years past.  Pain from wanting but not being needed, anger from the mountain of disappointment , fake from the smiles I see around me, unloved by never being loved, alone from realizing that humans are naturally greedy and that we are all wanting something in this world and many receive nothing not even the things they need.  
Realizing that I am not special, I am not beautiful . I am born from anger, scorn, deceit, envy, greed, sloth, and gluttony. Although you will never see me as I am, never with tear rimmed eyes and a blank expression. it's all tucked within and neatly wrapped with a smile on it .

tug at a string,
and i'm crushed,
pull at another,
and i start cracking,
just one more tug,
and you've broken everything i am.
with one tug you've turned me into dust.