Secret keeper

You call me beautiful. But you don't even know me. You don't know what makes me laugh crazily. You don't know what makes my heart ache. You don't know what makes me so mad, i want to scream into a pillow. You don't know what my heart desires more than anything else in the world. You don't know my Yesterdays. You don't want to. You only see the present. Me. Now. A pretty face. All i am to you is another pretty face. I am a leaf in springtime- so green, so bright, so new. My barren past remains hidden. My brokenness i mask with perfume and lipstick. I am your perfect girl.