I Am...

i am the teen,
sitting next to you.
looking happy,
as you get no clue.

under the mask,
od todays facade.
lay's a broken heart,
thats buried under the sod.

i'm an evil liar,
who's guilty of sin.
a discarder apple,
rotten throughout and within.

i'm a rambler, a joker,
a lonely kid.
a teen depressed,
by todays sins, all hid.

i'm a poet who's writting,
his own faults.
hoping that someone,
can cure these thoughts.

as i write,
and live today.
i hope this plight,
would die, ok?

but this is just,
some 'i am' thoughts.
which sin and desire,
molded to wrought.