Dark misery,

The emptiness consumes,

Yet I appear full of life.

Pain, hurt, and loneliness,

Void of true emotion,

Yet I appear happy.

Rejection a daily occurrence,

Easily dismissed,

Yet I appear popular.

Things go wrong,

Life falls apart,

Yet I appear strong.

Friends and family expire,

Leaving me alone,

Yet I help others to cope.

Everyday a struggle,

Every breath a fight for survival,

Yet I keep breathing.

Happy and Full of life,

Popular and Strong,

Yet I am hollow.

A/N: This is not my normal style of writing (I'm trying something new)... Please let me know what you think.