My Poetry and the Like

Faking It

Smile Smile, it's what I do.
Well that's what I I'm supposed to do.
I put a hand on your shoulder with a hug.
But when I look for one all I get is a shrug.
I don't mind.
I'm the one who's kind.
I'm proud to be the when to help.
But I just wish there was someone to hear my yelp.
I turn and see
all those less fortunate then me
and I can't help but feel
maybe I should end this stupid schpeel.
Not my life
Not with a knife
Just this dumb rant
about what can't...

Btw just going through a depressed moment don;t worry about me. The POV is for anyone feeling this way.