But Why Should I

In my mind, words have been shattered, because there's no one, who can just hear me out. They wonder why, I don't care what really happens to me, they put words in my mouth, and they're never true. I see it as if, they want me be silence, when the word wants to be heard. I'm a good person, I do hear what they say, it's just not working, through heart and mind, in anyway. God, might not have liked, what I've done, but, my heart's telling me, let them surfer, give them what they want. But why should I, do those things, if they say they love me? But that's just it, I don't believe in words, told to me, it's what you do, for me or to me, that gives me judgement. No one can help me, and determine how I feel, for others. So why are they still trying, to cheer me up? Just because I smile, doesn't mean I'm happy, when I stare one way, and don't blink, it's because the sadness is let out, to be reveal. Although I'm alway sad, I don't want no one else to be. I might not ever know, what goes on in there lives, I show care for others, and they treat me, like dirt. I hate lying to others, because it kills me inside, but it's the only way to keep everybody off my back. Then I'll be fine, and let me solve me own problems, without another one coming afterwards.