no longer happy but depressed

you look at me, and you speak of how happy you are now. you speak of the fact you are content with your life. you have a great job, a great boyfriend, pretty good kids, no money problems, and probably a million other things. you are never sad. i have a smile on my face as you tell me this. you think that i am happy too. but mom, i really am not. not happy. dont get me wrong i have a good life, but that does not mean that i am TRUELY happy like you are. you think that i am one of the happiest teens to live on this god forsaken planet but i am not. i constantly think about how my life could be different. i dream of what i could be. you dont know me like you used to. i used to tell you everything. recently i have not. i hide things from you. you dont know what i think about. you never will. you will never read read this. you will never understand me. my has been flipped upside down. i have lost much of my hope. i am depressed almost constantly but i hide it behind i veil happyness and high self esteem. i hate where we live, where we spend much of our time, (at your boyfriends house) i hate that my boyfriend and i do not speak much because he does not live at home, i hate that you dont like him, i hate my school, i hate my school mates, they are such preps. i am not a happy little goth girl. i am not goth at all some just think i am. everyone thinks that i am happy. the truth of the matter is: i am no longer happy but depressed

By The Evil Cheezman

Purveyor of sacred truths and purloined letters; literary acrobat; spiritual godson of Edgar Allan Poe, P.T. Barnum, and Ed Wood; WAYNE MILLER is the head architect of EVIL CHEEZ PRODUCTIONS, serving up the finest in entertainment and edification for the stage, the page, and the twain screens, silver and computer. He is the axe-murderer who once met Andy Griffith.