Mirrors and make overs

Nobody sees it,
that's what you think,
but your wrong, that's not true.

Even though you don't know me,
I seem to know so much about you,
I'm not unreasonable,
I know your flaws, or atleast some of them,
I know it hurts, and the pain you feel is there,
I know how it won't go away.

You don't think anyone understands,
true no one will, not even I,
maybe not even you.

Sometimes the pain is too much,
I know that fake smile,
gets more fake with each passing minute,
the glittering eyes you once had are just a memory,
I need you to know, that you shouldn't give up,
cause there's nothing left to lose,
nothing left to hug.

I don't look you in the eyes,
not even in the mirror,
I just don't want to see the tears,
that I know are there.

You don't see it,
but neither do I,
how we live in the same world,
and all we do is cry,
I hate that when I look in the mirror,
I see your fake smile,
I hate that the picture that looks back at me,
isn't me at all,
I hate that I can't hate him for making us this way,
I hate that the face I look at in the morning of each day,
is you, not me,
it's who they made me up to be...