Forlorn... (Short poem.)

The feeling, that I have inside is a feeling that is quite difficult to hide. The souls that seem to surround me, are the souls that are vulnerable yet somehow unfree. They're dark, twisted and compose selfish beings, I'm ashamed to share a world with these types of demeans.
I can't compose myself any longer, for the darkness inside has only grown stronger.
I want to get back to the girl that I once was. The girl who was absolutely fearless, the girl who could help anyone.
These days,I seem to not care any longer, for my hate for everything has only grown stronger.
I can't hide my tears forever, because my slumber is full of sorrow and somber.
Your judgment means nothing, because this feeling compels my entire being. I want to be happy, so happy I could fly, but the fear has grown stronger inside.
I cannot trust anyone, nobody at all, because whoever lifts you up is usually the reason of why you fall. To trust someone would only be wronger, for my introvert ways have only grown stronger.
Maybe it's myself, the one I should blame, but I can't forget the way I've been shamed.


"She smiles, to mask the pain her heart. She laughs, to conceal the tears in her eyes."