Blending In

The sky is crying
Cold, cold tears,
As if it just doesn't care.
I feel the same.
I lie to them,
But they don't know,
Not even the ones
That I tell "I will always
Be honest"
Like that will ever happen.
They don't why I'm scared.
The lie means nothing;
It only proves the truth:
They don't care either.
I'm afraid to be myself
Because of what they'll say,
But I can't keep living
In silence,
Can't go on this way.
I will end up blending in,
Not with the crowd
But with the
Cold, cold
Tile walls
Of the echoing
Lonely
Halls.