No one knows

Deep down im hurting, because im not what i appear to be. No one knows that behind this evil exterior lys a gentle creature. No one understands the real me, forcing me to lose my patience. My conscience eats at me..wanting me to do the right thing. No one knows how it feels to be discriminated. I find a friend and lose her in a minute because she lied..she said she understood me meanwhile ive never understood the true meaning of friendship. I do not find myself normal. I say something and confuse myself with what im really thinking. And no one knows the troubles i go through to heal this broken heart of mine. So why bother getting to know the real me, when no one knows how tempting my wrists are to me?