There is anger, There is pain. As the years go by, I find it harder to hide all the feelings I've been building up inside me. I have had a hard time expressing myself without appearing insane. So I kept my thoughts to myself for a long time. Even the weekends seem to be a hassle. As I walk out the door, I am smiling as if nothing is wrong. Running away is what I want, but where am I going? It doesn't matter if I'm surrounded by people or not, I will always feel alone. My whole life has become a crying session. I used to believe I was strong. Right now, just surviving is a battle. I want to make it through the day without an odd look or someone asking me if I'm alright. But maybe it will do me good if I let someone help me if they can. It would be enough for me to receive one hug. All I ask is that someone cares. Then maybe I'll be able to survive another day of waiting for my anger and pain to subside.