behind the curtain

I rebel because I want to be noticed.
I don't talk because I'm in pain.
I cry because I think I'm alone.
I smile so you won't see the hurt in my eyes.
I sleep the days away because dreams seem so much better than reality.
Sometimes I wonder where the real me is?
Is this who I am?
I choose not to fit the mold of "perfection" it's worthless in my mind.
When i look in the mirror, I wish there wasn't a reflection.
I keep everything inside because no one truly understands.
I look strong...but sometimes I'm weak.
When I'm alone... I cry.