poems from a lonely girl

Nobody

Nobody knows the real me and no one ever will.

Nobody knows how many times I've cried when nobody was watching.

Nobody knows how many times I've felt like i was about to snap, but i just don't.
For the sake of
my family,my supposed friends.

Nobody knows how many times I've whispered to myself 'stop, you have no right to feel this way when so many people have it much worse'.

Nobody knows the thoughts that go round in a vicious cycle inside my head when I'm sad.

Nobody.

Knows.

Me.