(Wrote this a few weeks ago)

You all share your problems with me
With my wishes, against, I always seem to be your rant post.
Whether it's about your parents having problems or troubles in a relationship, I always seem to be the one to deal with it.
But I'm not tired of it, not one bit.
I just have one question.
What about my problems?
Ah, you probably didn't think much about that, did you?
I'm human, aren't I.
I have problems, just like everyone else.
Maybe they're not as bad as yours, but still.
You wanna know why I never share them?
Nobody will understand.
Nobody understands just how deep problems course through me.
Right down to the very core.
I'm a muddled mess of emotions and problems.
I could tell you all, and you'd pretend to understand.
You all only see that which I want you to see – a mask.
Everyone shows a mask, and mine is no different.
I refuse to show my problems to anyone.
I don't care how screwed up I am internally.
So keep on sharing your problems with me; go ahead, I don't mind.
In-fact I prefer it.
Just don't expect me to crack, not for anyone.
Because nobody wants to see the insides of a blackened beast, scared by torment.