Sadness

What's a matter with me?
Why do I still feel this way?
You all think that I'm happy,
To me though, my outlook is a dismal grey.

I put on a disguise,
Just to please all of you,
To hide my inner feelings,
But I know if I stay like this,
God knows who I'll turn into.

I'll just let my feelings drown,
In a cold, icy lake,
'Cos the life I'm leading is,
Just ever so fake,

You still haven't seen the real me,
At present, I just put on a front,
I wrote this poem,
So you know that I'm being blunt,

I hate the way I feel,
But I ask you, what shall I do?
To finally see,
My sadness through,

By Jay Basey © 2006