Poem called: No one knows the real me.

I smile and I laugh that is what the world sees.  But no one really knows the real me.. One that cries silently inside.. I walk down the streets without a care in the world.. but no one really knows the real me.. One that is in pain from a broken heart.. One that aches because we are apart. In an instant a memory returns and your eyes are filled with tears.. You know your mind is right where it wants to be, not in the present, not in the future, but in the past. You want to freeze that moment and relive it forever in your mind.. And then a stranger is looking at you.. The tears must be wiped a smile must be forced..  And once again no one really knows the real me….