My Fix (Sequel and the end of my poem, Self-Control)

I hate to have to force out a laugh,

When inside, I don't feel happy.

I hate to have to force out a smile,

Because that is what is expected from me.

To be happy with my family.

But what nobody knows is, 

And what they don't know,

Is that I hate them all.

Just because you say you 'love' me,

Does not mean I don't know it's a lie.

I hate them all for pretending

To love me when they don't,

Pretending to care and support me,

When all they end up doing is,

Ruining me, bit by bit.

It's all a lie to keep social services away,

So you can continue to torture me,

Wondering what I will do next.

Because the next thing you will see, 

Is a suicide note and a noose around my neck.

Goodbye.