The Killer Maze

When I talk about my emotions and how i feel you right it off as if i am foolish.
Then when I don't talk about it you get mad and say i don't open up enough to you.
I feel like I am in a never ending maze, though some of the walls are covered in beautiful roses, i always cut myself with their thorns.
when i think all is well a wall a spikes falls on me and though it should kill me i never die.
i am cursed to stay alive forever in this killer maze, there all illusions everywhere.
ugliness is hidden in the beautiful, happiness is hiding the pain to come, but i still always hurt myself.
I always blame you, for my stupidity, for my own pain i blame you for my hatred, and my depression in all honesty i have the keys on a necklace around my neck, i just have to choose to use them.
the question is will I choose to use them.