My life(the shape of a circle)

No where to run, so why should i hide?
if i had wings I'd spread them and fly.
my life is like a circle, never ending same ways.
when i want to open my mouth and speak, theres nothing to say.
sad, deep dark ,depression are my ways.
i don't want it like that, but sadness stole all my good days.
i just guess I'm tore up inside, but its just too hard to hide.
now why don't people see my rivers of tears whenever i cry?
some please wipe my tears.
before i die in young years.
love is not a part of me, because I'm hated.
by my own family and Friends, my feelings for them is not rated.
this is my life, the shape of a circle, never ending ways,
i just wish i could just brake free and stop these sad dark days.

**but i cant**