The eyes, a vicious thing.

This is my first not rhyming poem so bear with me.

Look me in the eyes, and tell me what you see.
Do i seem happy, of course, seeing isn't believing.
Its an act, and a good one by the way u look at me.
You have no idea how much i hurt inside.
Well either you do or you just don't care.
Either way, do i really need you?
I don't know, Some people say i don't
But i love you and i cant let you go.
Even if it kills me inside to love you..