The True Me

I have the worst curse on the planet,
It really doesn't work to my benefit,
Only that I can express what I feel.
I don't lie about anything, so know I'm for real.
I cry over the smallest of things,
I'll laugh at anything.
Most think that my heart is made of stone.
That it doesn't bother me to be alone.
To be called a freak,
And not being talked to for a week.
But they don't see me crying myself to sleep.
Or that my scars are really deep.
They don't know I just act mean.
So they don't know when to intervene.
Just listen carefully
And you might just hear my plea