All you get is nothing

Locks of dark curls fall-into place. right in the mid center of my face. They cover my forehead and my eyes. They act as my armor, my shiny disguise. My reflection against people looking down on me. I don't want them to see the inner beauty. I'm forced to walk down the halls as if in a trance. People form opinions about me with just a glance. They wear their glasses rose-tinted, so they will never really see just how much it hurts to be me. On a daily basis, I cry and try to forget the things that have happened that will never admit, not parents, friends, or family. These things will be buried with me, I will keep them secret until the end. And by doing so my heart will never be free to mend. I scream out, but no one is allowed to hear. The sound in my voice is full of fear. I'm Terrified to keep going, but i will not give in. My body is full of hatred, and fear. When you look at me, what do you see in my eyes? please tell me.