I am known as

a goody-goody.

A girl that does everything she is told.

Someone that always has a smile on her face.

Most people don't relize,

that I am not any of those things.

I am not a good kid.

In any way.

the smile that is on my face,

is not real.

Everyday, it is pretend.

I am going through so much,

and so few know.

People may not believe me,

but I am depressed.

Everyday, all day.

It gets worse everyday.

Only a very few know what I am going through.

They try to help,

but I just snap at them.

The people that know

I am hurt,

try to help,

but then,

I just end up,

hurting them in the end.

It's always my fault.

Everyone knows it,

they just won't admit it.

I have made stupid descisions

because of the depression.

I have made mistakes that will forever haunt me.

I did things that I

am not proud of.

But from these mistakes

and descisions,

I hope I learned.

I know,

with this,

only a few can connect.

But for those individuals,

I hope they know,

that they are not alone

in this cold cruel world.

It may not seem like it,

but there is someone,
that knows what

you are going through.