Broken plate

I am a broken plate;

Trying to gather my pieces back together;
Even though I am broken;
I can persevere through the most troubling weather

With forced jollity and an "I'm fine"
Nobody ever sees me stumble, cry or whine

Because as a young man, you're "supposed" to be strong, clever, and quick-witted;
But this feeling of loneliness & never being enough seems to be permanently encrypted

I sometimes ask myself "God, why did you make me this way?"
"I hate everything about myself every single day"

-Anonymous