Pathtic

I wrote a poem last night, just to vent.  I left it out and my room mate read it.  She said it was so sad, why did I write such a sad poem?  I had a chance to talk to her, to talk to someone who cares.  You know what I did?  I laughed it off.  I told her I wanted to write something about forget-me-nots, and that crap just came out.  Why can't I just let go for one stupid second!  I can't let people see how I really feel, I have to make a joke out of everything d*mn thing.  I'm so pathtic...