Death's Whispers

My teacher tells the entire class to write a poem, more specifically an I Am poem. A girl asks whether or not it has to be true. Mrs. Andrew replied with it should be. After all, it is a poem about yourself so it's kind of common sense you know? Here's my I Am poem.
I AM numb, dead on the inside, soulless
My mother would describe me as cruel
My friends call me secretive, silent, short
I keep the few things important to me close to my heart
I remember only the feeling of emptiness, the feeling of being a failure
I've learned to keep my mouth shclosed and my opinions to myself
I hide what little emotions I have left
I read happy stories wishing I could be happy
I shout "I'm okay, I'm fine!" even though I'm not
I AM numb, dead on the inside, soulless

I see dark, grey clouds foretelling a storm to come
I hear my mind whisper: you're just a useless failure
I taste the bitter, sour taste of being a failure
I feel nothing, just a void growing larger inside
I think: Why bother? I'll never be good enough for anything
I whisper I'm trying to stay strong but I'm broken
I AM numb, dead on the inside, soulless

I want nothing but to feel at peace
I will always be just slightly broken
I won't ever be completely okay....just eh...
I can masquerade my facade, my perfect charade
I pretend nothing's wrong even though I'm crumbling
I sing praise to all who deserve such
I AM numb, dead on the inside, soulless

I dream of feeling eternal peace, a pleasant feeling
I'm afraid my demons will soon devour me
I reach fr my fleeing happiness but it always escapes
I'm soay I'm sorry when I'm depressed
I love none, no one for who can love something like me?
I declare for the world to hear: "I will prevail" even though I doubt it

You may not be able to tell, but this poem describes me perfectly. You've only just met me after all.

Notes

This is actually my I Am poem I wrote for my English class.