DePrEsSeD

Looking in the mirror,
criticizing my look,
in disgrace i turn away,
an head straight to my poem book,

i get out my pencil,
and write how i feel,
writing down the burning pain,
even though it doesn't help heal,

Dropping tears on the paper,
so my poem is stained,
even though i write it down,
theres no comfort gained,

Smile and no one knows,
the pain inside,
it kills me ,
an it leaves me with no pride,

you look at me what do you see,
can you tell i cry,
if not,
can you tell if i lie,

not trusting my friends,
i only trust one,
but if he finds my pain,
he will probably say our friendships done,

people like me,
not fitting in quite right,
i have no days,
only nights,

feel my pain,
watch my tears,
run away,
before you get my fears,

I'm just a girl,
with a heart of sadness,
I'm just a girl,
with a life that's a mess...................

by,denysia Chapman-madden