Why?

you called me an actress, you told me I could act why don't you see I act everyday I fake my life, my happiness, my smiles yet you are so oblivious, Why? why can you not see, you make jibes and joke about me being emo or goth yet you don't see, is it ignorance or are you simply to busy to look closer, you are supposed to be there for me and in some ways you are and I am lucky to have you but you can never help me when I need it most, so please wake up and notice acknowledge I'm not the person you think I am

Prision

I feel so numb
like nothing can crack this shell
I can feel no happiness, joy or hope
only pain, death and sadness
where will i end up if i carry on?
i can't bring my self to care
no one sees my pain though
i disguise it so well
although i wonder if anyone saw through my façade
would they try to help me
or just let me stay
in my prison of depression