A cliche (1st draft)

This may seem like a cliche
A poem so often told
A girl leading deceptions
But now I will unfold:

I look away from anger
I turn away from laughs
I sit and I wonder
Will my life come to pass?

I do not want to be here
I'm grown beyond my years
I'm tired of this judging
Done by all of my peers.

Now I need to get away
You may not think it's true,
Cause you always see me smiling
And never have a clue.

Of all of the things I hide
Everything I pretend to be
All of the lies I tell
Too afraid to disagree.

But now I'm getting bored
It's all becoming mundane
And I cannot face another
Day just like today.

I know the flows not perfect, but it's not quite finished. Microsoft Word wouldn't let me save, so I had to save it on here.