Life Poem by Kwame Bolt

I feel so distraught when I try to
express myself
On the outside I'm like a sun shiny day,
but on the inside I'm a time bomb waiting to explode
How do you look yourself in the eye when
you hate what you see?
What am I supposed do when someone asks
what's wrong?
Do I tell them what they want to hear,
or the truth?
Imagine feeling pain without end,
or losing your soul becoming a lifeless shell
Sometimes I wonder who will
mourn and who will rejoice
on the day of my death
Who will place flowers and who
will dance on my grave?