Just my poem

I\\\'m not as strong as people may think .

when i say I\\\'m fine it means I\\\'m not.

I\\\'m like a beat dog that cant get up,
or maybe with no one to help me up.

when a shoulder is most needed its not there

i look happy but its a fake smile

when i cry its because I\\\'m alone

when a friend is needed who comes to the call?

when that friend doesn\\\'t come, do you still call it a friend?

when i cry does anyone feel my pain, and if they do how come no ones here now?