internal pain

i am happy
i am glad
people tell their fellings everyday but rarely
do they mean wat they say.they hide themselves in a shell of lies,
its thier unwavering disguise.they cant tell the truth for fear of rejection,so they pour
out thier souls in other ways of projection.
poetry,
song,
anger,
are some to just name a few.here are the things they really wish they
could say or do:
i am so lonely
i am so scared,does anyonereally care?
i want to scream
i want to cry! sometimes i just want to die.