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A poem I'm typing as I come up with it... This is kinda how I feel right now...

Caught

I sit quietly,
thinking of random nothings,
smiling at the stupidity of my friends.

Then it starts.

At first,
it's just a little thing,
something near unnoticeable.
At first,
I was the only one who knew,
and I liked it like that.
At first,
it was funny.

It's by no means funny now.

I'm still sitting quietly,
but the smile on my face is strained,
the thoughts in my head dark.
The stupidity of my friends
has now turned to anger,
and I feel something deep inside
grow larger and larger
as the remarks threaten
to blows.

That thing inside,
it's called guilt.

A rift is forming where it has no place,
and it is all my fault.
Slowly but surely, that thing inside eats me up,
and the sad fact is,
no one seems to notice.
No one notices my smiles become
sparse,
no one notices my eyes as they scream
in silence the cracks of my heart.

Even as I turn to go,
determined to fix what went wrong
even if it means my exile,
no one seems to notice
my strained persona break,
notice the tears that fall because of
my stupid, stupid, mistake.