Superficial Me Poem by Haidee ( )

I always tried to be perfect.
Trying to make everybody happy, trying to be the best.
But I always ended up unsatisfied.
I started getting angry.
I always tried to be the best I could and others wouldn’t even say thank-you, much less try to be the best to me.
I protect but I won’t get protected.
I dared people to get with them and they would tell me to stop.
I ended up being the one with anger management problems, not the friendly, caring one.
Instead people think I am doing it all for attention.
But it really upsets me when they treat them bad; I guess they both think I’m joking.
They think I’m always joking around when I say to stop it, or that something hurts, but the truth is that it really hurts.
People think that I’m happy because I laugh every day and I seem happy, but the truth is that in the inside I’m crying my heart out.
People say they know me when they really don’t. They know the superficial ME.
Not the real Me.
The one that is waiting for that special somebody to tell all her real feelings to.
The one that is drowning in her loneliness.
The one that cries herself to sleep every single night.
Or sometimes doesn’t sleep at all because of the pain her eyes bring to her after crying so much.
The one that seems strong, but is actually weaker than a piece of paper.
The one that has dreams, knowing that she won’t fulfill them.
The one that wants somebody that truly loves her and she can trust.
The one that has needed a shoulder to cry on so many times.
The one that lost her most loved one.
The one that is falling deeper in the hole she cant stop digging
The one that loves people that don’t love her back.
The one that wishes to die…