Someone who cared

I sit here at school confused and quite scared
wishing I had someone who truly cared.
Who'd be there for me when I'm feeling low
when I'm lost and confused with nowhere to go.
The feelings become strong and I show it through expression
whether it's aggravation, jealousy, or simply depression.
Here on paper is where I write my true feeling
wishing my skin would actually start peeling.
It would all fall off and expose whats inside

but instead I'm wrapped up in it willing to hide.