Scared, empty all twisted up inside
I'm so unsure of everything
Why am I so unhappy with me.

I try to think of what anyone would see in me
All I see is nothing, nothing just me.
If I could see myself like I see everyone else.
Then maybe someday I could look in the mirror
And not hate myself.

Sometimes I feel like I'm losing my mind
It gets harder each day to pretend I'm fine.
Put on the mask don't let anyone see
Don't let them see how much I don't like me.

totally disturbed

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mask-22/