The Hidden "Me"

On my way to school
and my depression begins to side
I become a completely different person, and the real me, I must hide.

I make my way toward
a new exposition
knowing that friendship
was, my absolute mission.

Making my way to hopeless souls
feeling as if I'm trying to dig through a hole.

I reach my destination
and my tears begin to dwell
when many familiar faces
put me through such hell.

One by one, they all begin to fall
staining my face
with a silent crawl

So many tears, soon form a mask
not transparent, but an undiscovered task.

Why I'm crying, know one knows
staring at my face
while the tears just flow.

No one talks, no one moves
while mine eyes so teary
seeing visions of two.

My tears are like my way of communication
because I don't talk
I look to see no sign of sympathy
and there I walk.

I run to the bathroom
and I'm by the sink
I hurt so bad, I just can't think.

I look up and see a stranger
as I punch the mirror
knowing I am in danger

Soon it is time to go about my day
people happy, in their own special way.

The final bell rings
and I'm struggling inside
I wish for a day
in my self I could confide

Blood stained eyes
glaring me down
turning that "smile" into a frown

I treat ME horribly
leading me to believe
that my so called "looks"
are the only deceived

I "freshen" up
in the bathroom once more
feelings of eeriness
and suicide galore

I come face to face with that stranger alas
I never knew hate carried so much mass.

I see my reflection
I see a girl trying to break free.
Stumbling upon the fact
that the girl was me.

I see that girl, who would always hide
the girl one night who committed suicide.

By, Amanda