I'm More Than Meets The Eye.

I write because I'm sad, 
Because I feel alone, 
The many years that have passed,
No place can I call home. 

I have no one to talk to, 
Not just one friend, 
Of whom I can rely on,
To help me make a mends. 

What happened in my past life, 
For me to become this way, 
No love loss to anyone, 
Just a drunken play?
There's so much more to me, 
Than meets the eye,
And this much I would prove, 
If one would let me try. 

I drink to drown my sorrows, 
My life long friend, 
The one that never let's me down, 
On whom I can depend. 

This life is so depressing, 
Not one I had in mind, 
Too many people are so unfair, 
And so unkind. 

I've always done my best,
To just be myself, 
Though it feels that all others wish that I was someone else. 
I cannot help who I am, 
Nor can I pretend, 
I guess that's what amounts to a life of fake friends. 

When you spend so much time on your own, 
A recluse, trapped, with nowhere to go, 
You begin to wonder what your purpose could be, 
Who in all honesty would really miss me?!