Reality Poem by Micron

These few weeks I reverted back to the old me
The pain I hide away so no one will again see
Except in my poems I’m fine happy I will say
I detest lying but others prefer it that way
I try to be there just listen whatever happens to you
Even I’m crashing badly somehow this I still can do
I feel weak, sick, tired, exhausted in reality
No one realises how bad it is as they don’t care about me
I guess I now know just badness bad luck to others I bring
So I ought to just die so I don’t hurt others with this evil thing
I hate me for spoiling things and bringing others down
So I have to self-destruct in silence and never show a frown
I guess when I see someone is happy I should not stay
Because I will chase their happiness good fortune away
For others have more value purpose that is sadly true
They deserve to be happy and I mustn’t make them blue
So pain, hurt, frustrations I will just file away and hide
As silently crying as I just die more and more inside
I survive only to serve my father to try let him live
To repay him for all that he has to others give
When this is over at last I can at last go permanently away
I’m too tired now and have no other reason to on this earth stay