My Final Question

I wish that they could see, See the pain inside of me. All the sorrow, And all the worry. All the angst, And all the strife. All the fears I kept inside, All the tears I ever cried... I smile, I laugh, I joke about crap. I hide my true self. It's yet to be seen by anyone else. And for what? What is the purpose?! Why do I do these things! Why? Why... As I part with these words, Please answer me this. If I were to die alone, Would I be missed?