Confusion Poem by Maxine NightCourte

I'm not in public yet, I'm not alone.
I'm not empty and I'm not loved.
I don't care but I always have.
I never care what people think of me, yet it hurts so bad.
I feel loved yet alone inside.
It is all so confusing, but it somehow makes perfect sense.
Depression: sadness, emptiness, hell.
Words, what are they? Just an explanation or a simple lie.
Everyone has lied or lies fluently. Is there truth anymore how can we tell?
Truth serum, lie detector tests? Technology, herbs to get you high? No, nothing does.
Try to leave it alone, try again but back off.
Get close to someone then let them go.
Put your brick wall up, take it down.
Paranoia, pictures talking to you, answers from nowhere, scarce feelings, fear, crying, screaming.
Gone; hiding in the shadows fading away from life.......
Goodbye......