This is just a poem to vent

Does anyone know the true me? I hide behind makeup like tears of a clown.

I guess it never made much sense to me to show who i really am.

Why should I if society would want me to change it? I guess this is the game of life not even fame would save you

Where do I turn? where do I run to when I am upset? No one ever understands. No one ever cares to try to understand.

I guess 16 years of silent truths still never been spoken. Every truth is covered with a lie. I cry and say I'm fine just tired. 

This is all there is to me. Pain Love Heartbreak Anger and Hate. I can be an Angel I can be a Devil no one would understand

it happens because of the events of life. Oh well life goes on.