So Cliche

So Cliche
The tears roll down my face
thoughts of lies, fear, death, and hate
repeating in my mind
I wonder if I'm the only one who feels like this
I sulk through days, confused and alone
My feelings, to the people around me, unknown

It's been weeks now
I still feel like this
these horrible feelings I cannot dismiss
People talk about me, I know for a fact
making quiet jokes as I pass
they try to be friendly, but I see through their act

Trying to rhyme the words in this note
but I've never written good enough before
all my poems and stories seem fake
complaining about my life, how rotten it is
I write these poems, they are how I feel
but I can't find the words to make them sound real

It seems like I lie and make up my life
but in reality I write how I feel inside
nomatter what I do or say
nothing can stop me from feeling this way
horrible.

So Cliche.