(I'm fine)

(I'm really fine, everybody, this isn't me. It's just, you may have noticed that my gmail profile picture is semi-jaded and depressed. A lot of people have commented on that fact, and, to me, this just seems off. I'm fine, though, really. Thank you, though, becca, for praying)

Won't somebody reach out to me?
Is the world really so unready to face despair?
Or is it simply the presence of transparency
that causes them to turn away?
Why does a call of help go unheeded simply because it is unexpected?

Won't somebody reach out to me?
I won't fake my own happiness
just to conform to the picture I'm supposed to be.
I won't paint on a smile
just because that's what Christians are "supposed to look like."

Won't somebody reach out to me?
You criticize honesty, because for so long you've come to believe in a lie
You are mistaken, because you've been looking at your reflection so long you thought it was see through.
What you see before you is nearer the truth than what you've acted all this time
And if despair is the truth, why is it that you turn instead to lies?

Won't somebody reach out to me?
The reality is exactly what I have shown you
don't turn from it because it is frightening
or "depressing" or non-conformist or ugly
or something other than what you want to hear.

Won't somebody reach out to me?
You show no shame in telling me I am wrong, that you know better than I what I am feeling.
At least show some shame when I tell you that you're wrong.
At least admit that I know me better than you do.
And, if I am wrong, tell me, and I'll do the same for you.