Friendly confusion

This friendly confusion keeps me lost so deep inside, all the love in this world I've been denied. She sits there and tries to help, but doesn't see how shes lost beneath. beneath the crowd, and still not understanding how. she's just not open enough, she looks over the fact that maybe I'm just to tough. I'm so tired of people thinking i should be OK only because they say. so sick of this memory and thought delays. I'm not sure what to do anymore, but in a deeper way as in that i try, but my body's so worn i can't even cry. this friendly confusion takes away my trust, and makes me feel nothing more than lust. it makes me want to scream at the thought that he's suppose to care about me. why do i have to go out of my way, especially when it's everyday. why do these people expect me to just pass it off, when this feeling won't stray? how the hel* can you expect me to be OK? who cares if you see it or not, this world isn't yours, and I'm sure not.
This friendly confusion leaves me more dead everyday.
This friendly confusion is like tooth decay.
This friendly confusion is more than anyone could bear.
This friendly confusion leaves me with more than a Cold Blank Empty stare.