The Truth About Depression Poem by Monique Kardashian

I hate beautiful people, I hate happy people, I hate people in love.
I hate when I see an unattractive woman with an attractive man because it makes me wonder why I can not even land someone like that. It makes me angry when people judge me, because they don't even take the time to get to know me. It makes me sad when I think about the past, because it hurts me. No one realizes how upset I am, I try so hard to make it seem that I'm fine, when deep down I crumbling, I'm broken.
People make me feel useless, unwanted and ugly. I want to be the girl with the money, the clothes and all of the boys. I just wish one day that I'll stop lying to myself and others, I want to be unique, I want to be noticed, I want to fall in love, I want to inspire others. I dream about having a perfect relationship every night. But then I wake up. I wake up and cry, I'm in such pain. Because reality hit me.