Need Help--

Sometimes people say,
I'm not like myself.
They say I've changed.
Different.

They say it in a bad way,
With a dirty 'look' on their face.
I guess they just wish,
For me to be like before.

But things are different,
From then.
Last year, I felt happy,
Felt included.

This year, the depression
Is an everyday thing.
But I keep a smile on.
Plastered there.

This year no one understands
No one knows me.
And I always feel like crying.
But I never slip my mask off.

Seems I've lost control,
Of everything.
Of my life.
And I just need help.

All my poems are dedicated to my friends. They inspire me, and they mean the world to me. This is how I feel sometimes when I'm not secure in the world.

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