Two Different People

I'm two different people you see,
One is fake and one is the real me,
The fake is the one I show,
Because I don't want anyone to know,
How I really feel,
I'd much rather just wait to heal,
I like to cry alone,
That's why the real me is never shown,
I conceal the tears,
I hide instead of confronting my fears,
I sit in the dark,
I'm sleepless, letting the pain take charge,
My fake face smiles,
Even though I haven't slept in a while,
I'm to afraid to admit,
I'm ashamed of my face so I hide it,
No one would have guessed,
I let myself become very depressed,
It hurts like hell,
But nobody will I ever tell,
So here's the real me,
Sitting here and rambling,
In this endless poem,
On and on and on I could go,
But why bother?