Two Sides

I have two sides, One which is my outer shell, The other is within. Many compliment my outer, Sending me in a deep Bottomless abyss of Guilt and sadness. They often tell me that I am nice, But in reality I am nothing Like that. I complain and get so enraged That I frighten myself. I am often told that I am beautiful, Though that is hardly the truth I am the most ugliest. My mind is full of hatred Towards myself, Wishing that I could just Disappear. I am often told that I have the Brightest smile Yet that is because I tend to hide behind a mask, Suffering within my own Mind. Wishing for someone Aid me true my darkest Thoughts. Yet I fear that I would be judged, Made fun of, Or criticized. For people are always quick To make accusations. So I stay hidden within My outer.