Inside I am dead, numb, pain-free,
Waiting for someone to notice and see,
See the jealousy and hate stored inside,
Trapped for so long, it can no longer hide.
No one understands, they'll never relate,
Maybe I'm confused, can't think straight,
But guess whos fault that is? Not mine -
Without your so-called help I'd be fine.

No one sees how much I depend,
Upon the people I consider my friends,
Yet it takes so long to give them my trust,
As so many times my pride has been crushed.
I haven't told anything to anyone I've known,
My emotions are hidden and rarely shown,
And although I find it so hard to get close,
I need someone who loves me, more than most.

The one thing I long for that I'll never get
Is someone who'll love me but not forget,
That it takes me a while to learn to confide,
Tell you my feelings, and not run and hide.
I'm scared by being alone and isolated,
Scared of being laughed at, and hated.
You'd think I'd be used to being on my own,
But the one thing I fear is always being alone.