Hating Myself

I hate my life..
i cover my problems with my smiles.
i hate myself
i hate my style.
this poem is real
this poem is not a joke
only if you're like me
and your heart broke.

i have so many things
to say but i dint
know where to start.
i have all this anger
and pain,
deep down in my heart.

I'm mixed with emotions
that cannot be expressed
not everyone knows
that i am depressed.
i front like every thing's cool,
and every thing's fine.
but deep down inside,
in my mind,
it's not

i always think about all this anger,
i need to let go.
before i explode,
and it would really show.
i know you don't fully understand about me.
but the truth is,...
that i hate everything
that i have come
to be.