Fake Happiness Poem by Shannon daffsdffjk

Do you ever feel, that you cant seem to understand your own language? That everything around you is so negative, that over time, you learn to block them out. That the answers to the questions you want to ask, are silenced. Because you already know the answers will harm you. So you make believe the answers you want to hear, because that will be the closest to real happiness that you will ever feel. But still you block everything out. Even the voices dancing around in your head. Words no longer have meaning, because they have been used so often, not cared about, that everything is so fake. Even the truth is so messed up. So you don't even bother functioning like a human, because your too mature. Or maybe you don't speak, because you realize that its a waste of your breath. And you count down to your last.