Hopeless

I feel like no one cares about me. My friends are always available when THEY need help, but somehow when the shoe’s on the other foot, so to speak, they magically disappear. My family doesn’t give a shit; they don’t get why I’m so unhappy, when they provide everything for me. At school I put on a farce and act the class clown they know me as, and I act happy because I am happy, happy to be distracted from the hopelessness that has encompassed my life. I feel like I have nothing. I’m useless. My friends use me because they know I will listen to their problems, but that’s about all they need me for. My only solace, a sport I will not name, is ending and now it’s even worse. No one understands why I’m so miserable, and that’s the worst part. They think my life is perfect. It’s not. No one pays any attention to me. No one cares about that girl that sits in her room whenever she’s home, the one that pretends everything is okay, the one that hides everything, the one that is faking it. The one that is never noticed when she leaves the room.