Surrounded by people in a crowded room,
I still manage to be completely alone.
I appear to be a happy and content person
Nothing can bring me down
Yet behind my cheerful and happy façade
I am screaming inside.
"Listen to me!" I cry
But they are too busy to hear me.
But instead of screaming and raging
I will just silently suffer here.
They whisper about me behind my back
But I hear each and every word.
And one harsh word form them
Is like a blade through the heart.
So I will continue to smile and laugh,
I'll talk about such things as "justice"
But the saddest thing of all is that I don't even
Know what that means anymore.