Underneath

I live in a very small box,

With very big and gray walls.

I sit there and I scream and I cry,

But you never hear any of my calls.

I say that I'm not ok,

And you all turn your heads.

You say that I'm a fake,

Who needs to take some meds.

You can't see my box and

You can't hear my cries

I give you all the signs

But you never see through my lies.

I say that I am happy,

And I say that I am cool.

But I have come to realize,

That you are all just cruel.

You don't see the  signs,

And you don't see the pain

But, somehow you seem to see,

That I am not entirely sain.

I just want you to know,

I just want you to see

All the pain and suffering

That you bring down on me.

Author's Note

Hope you like my poem. I put a lot of thinking and effort into it. Thank you.