What people think is a lie

Trapped in my mind, I can’t see or hear. Surrounded by darkness, my conscious is clouded by fear. Something sits on my chest, I can’t breathe. I panic quiet, I can’t take it when people leave. Feeling anxious, I always fake a smile. Can’t trust nobody, I haven’t been out in a while. Everybody sees what they wanna see. If you can’t see that I’m faking, then just let me fucking be. I just wanna be alone, I don’t fucking do friends.  That shit is fucking fake, it always comes to an end. I don’t care what you say, what people think is a damn lie. I lay in the darkness, wishing that I just fucking die..