The worst poem ever

All perfect u may seem
so sheltered and naive
but i know that youre wounded
and its hard for others to believe

i see you when they dont
when you are all alone
the tear stained pillows,
the pounding head, the broken
things that u have thrown.

why must everyone pretend
when they feel the same pain too
because when i look in you mirror
i feel like i know the true you

i know about the hidden words
about all the secrets and the lies
the attempts to keep pretending,
so many desperate tries.

That girl that looks back
every time I look at you,
Tells me she knows the real me
And she knows all my secrets too

I ask her why she must hide it
Why she has to go on and continue to pretend,
With a sigh, the answer comes, “those who
Don’t feel the same way just wouldn’t understand”

I hear someone coming and I quickly dry my tears
Because I don’t want to cry in front of anyone else
the door rattles as they come in to see me
in front of the mirror ….talking to myself