The Wilting Wallflower
I feel so alone
There may be many people
But that doesn't matter
Sometimes I'm alone
And want to be around people
But at the same time I don't
I don't tell any of my friends
They would try to understand
Or say to talk to a counselor
Because I am depressed
But that's not the case
Human interaction isn't always for me
I'm more of a wallflower
And people try to change me
Those are the times that I hate interactions the most
But really I am depressed
And no one can see it
I hide it behind a mask of happiness
And they believe in my false feelings
Without a second thought
I am not alone
I have a lot of friends
They are happy thinking that I am alright
But in reality I am depressed
And there is no way to fix that
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