Crying Pain Poem by Griselda Mata

I'm crying out for HELP! ! , can't you HEAR me.
No! , you're too busy with your head in the clouds, too blind to see, and too deaf too hear my cries. I'm dying more and more with everyday that passes by.. I'm get so frustrated seeing how my life is passing me by and I'm stuck in this same situation. No room for improvement. No way out without letting others down. I lend myself get into this dead end.. Ive created a firewall around myself. Everyone a virus in my world. I've pushed my friends away. I should be an actor! I have bruises and more bruises all over my body, my family don't realize that I'm hurting myself, I'm angry, frustrated that I'm crying out for HELP and have no words to speak it, and no one seems to notice, I cry when alone; yet when I with them I'm the most happiest person in the world, fill with joy, I play the part well who can blame them. If one these days they manage to ask me 'where did all those bruises come from? ' I'll simply reply with a smile on my face, 'I have no idea, I'm really clumsy! ' I'll laugh with them then back to being invisible. They see me physically. But my pain, frustration, angry, hatred, self loathing, and feelings are invisible to them.. They'll never see what going inside my head, for they are too busy to even realize...