The Sound of Silence

Is anyone listening? Does anyone care? I feel so alone out here. I don't know why. But it feels like everything's going wrong again. It gets better only to get worse. It's a stupid, constant roller coaster ride, and I miss the steadiness of ordinary life. I didn't have a choice when the world dropped from beneath me when I was four years old. So why does it feel like I can't make a change 14 years later. I could scream at the top of my lungs and I don't know who would hear me. I don't even know anymore. I can't breathe, I can't think. Every waking hour occupied, sleep comes slowly, and when it comes, it's a fragile thing. Weekends are no escape. Hours of serving people endlessly with a fake smile plastered on my face. Why does it feel like I'm all an act, just fake, plastic. I'm sure as hell not transparent. I never let people see through me. So why does this feel so empty and alone. I don't know. Is there anybody out there who is really listening? hearing my plea?