The Perfect Picture

The secrets withheld
Now so divine
Please stay reassured
That nothing is fine

When things seem good
They are really quite bad
Everything held inside
Now only wishing I was dead

I wish I could tell someone
How I really feel
They would all be to quick to criticize
The only words of advise:go to the alter and kneel

Everything so perfect
On the outside
People say my life is to good to be true
Not knowing how i feel on the inside

Saying I'm so lucky
I only wish they knew
All that has happened
Everything I have been through

Everyday I break down
People say "I'm so strong"
They will never see
How much they are wrong

I wish they could see
What it's like to be me
See the perfect picture
That they all painted for me

I'm full of so many glitches
I wish they could see
That all my wishes
Will never be

~Valerie
I think this poem doesn't need an explanation.