I Battle Depression
The smiles, the laughs, the stupid stories they spit out to try to make you feel better. All lies. No one truly cares. They would stab you in the back for next to nothing. Everyone is miserable, I'm just the only one who shows it. They say their happy, but then they just complain all day long. They tell me to cheer up and smile and then yell at me like I'm a five year old and telling me I'm doing everything wrong. Is it that hard to just be honest?