Not different

People simply gaze at me without taking the time to notice what's inside of me.
They merely scrutinize my attire.
They are unaware of my feelings.
They believe I amv always happy, yet they are unaware of something.
The one who is depressed is myself.
Although I usually lose, they believe I always win.
They believe my life to be wonderful, but they could never live a day in my shoes.
I'm sure you think I'm a big guy.
Although you may think I'm tough, you have no idea how difficult my life is.
You'll always notice that I have water in my eyes while I'm in my room.
You'll inquire as to my condition.
I'll don a false identity.

Although some people claim that I am too good to hurt, I am actually just like everyone else.
I really hope that works.
Everyone thinks I'm a teasing person and that I appear too wonderful, yet I cry uncontrollably before putting on a cheeseface.
Surprisingly, when love entered my life, that was something I feared.
In my 16 years, I never imagined feeling this way.
Sure, I've experienced love.
Yes, I was injured.
You would have assumed that the only things she does are argue and flirt, but you are completely mistaken.
I was also mistaken about that.
I can now clearly perceive the pain and power of love.

To escape the stress and strife, to start fresh, perhaps with a new life, is why I'm here. However, people here are the same as people there.
They don't care about the inside of me; they only pay attention to how you look and how you style your hair.
If you really believe I look too good, I dress too nice, I never get hurt, I'll never stick by a guy's side, and the word love I can't describe, think again. I was brought into this world realizing life isn't fair.
You're mistaken about that as well.
I'm the same as everyone around me, even you.