To who ever reading this

Who ever reading this I'll admit to you and everyone els that I am a sad soul dressed in glitter. A lonely drifter without a home. I am the sky on a rainy day, a hidden cry out for help. I am that tiny star wishing to become the moon someday. For anyone of you that ever said to me.... don't worry you'll be okay I just want you to know that that is the sweetest lie written and published by everybody. It's not okay Im not okay Im actually very troubled but hey who would've knew if I never did say anything Im very good at faking it. I want to be a work of art you know like the ones hung up in beautiful galleries. The ones that catches everyones eye and if you gaze upon it long enough you could almost see and feel the sadness behind each brush stroke. To who ever reading this I just want you to know that I am a grave stone buried beneath it and you all were just kind enough to keep putting flowers next to it.