my new poem

I wake to a world that moves too fast,
With lessons and tests that never last.
Books and music fill my days,
A quiet storm beneath the praise.

Friends come close, then drift away,
Their laughter bright, their hearts may sway.
I give my all, I help, I care,
Yet sometimes feel that no one’s there.

The nights are long, my thoughts run deep,
I fight the fears I try to keep.
Success and smiles are what they see,
But only I know the cost of me.

Still I walk on, through work and strain,
Through fleeting joy and hidden pain.
The world moves on, the days grow cold,
But I am stronger than they’re told.

No one saw who I really was,
They all left, though my heart still gives.

Joker once said:
"It's not the stab in the back that hurts. It's when you turn around and see who's holding the knife."