Just some random thoughts..sorry not really a poem

When i look into the mirror,
a creature stares back at me,
i guess it makes sense since,
i dont feel pretty or loved,
more like the outcast in this
family of perfection,

im depressed everyday and
forever thinking of ways to take my life,
no matter how many how many people can see
how this is going to end,
knowone cares if i live or die,

its like everyone is just standing
and laughing at me while im crying for help.

i was always the forgotten one,
the shadow in the back of the room,

if everyone was meant to be put here for a reason..
what is mine?
i have no reason, just wasting space,

always wearing a mask,
i can never show my true form,
knowone knows the real me,
only the person i let them see,

too many scars to count,
too many tears ive cried,
why cant someone help me.

why has every chioce
ive ever made been the wrong one,
why had every friend ive ever had
stabbed me in the back,

im so alone in this screwed up world.
everyone has just stopped caring.

its not meant to be like this.