The Real Me

The dark corridors of my mind,

The silence of my thoughts,

Swirling together to create a felling of hatred and depression.

The smile of others makes me sick,

I envy their happiness and how they have it all,

No care in the world as they stroll along.

I snap at people keeping them away,

Not allowing them to see the real me,

A me that screams inside,

Full of hurt and pain,

A me who wants to be accepted,

To be set free from criticism and hate.

This one kinda has an ending. I might be getting better at this. Reviews are welcome.