Why Me Poem by myrriah goodwin

Why does everyone come to me for help?
Why do i have to be the one that has to deal with everything?
Why am i screw up?
Why am i not aloud to give up or give in?
Why cant everyone see that i am a screw up and that i aint as perfect and amazing and happy as everyone thinks.
The honesty trust is that i slap on a face smile everyday and fake happiness just so that i can get through the day.
I jus want to give up and give in and just shut down but apperently i aint aloud to do that so to this day i have to still put on my smile and happy. But one of these days im just going to jump off the edge i fell it coming,