No Love Lost, No Love Found Poem by Sarah Anne Masotti

Its only been a week,
and I can't help but feel devastated.
Every time I see you,
I just want to break down and cry.
But I won't, I'll stay strong
and just keep laughing,
and make sure no one really knows,
how I really feel inside.
I'm getting so fed up with everyone around me,
asking if I'm okay,
or if I need anything,
and I'l just say I'm fine,
with that cute little fake smile of mine.
He hates my guts,
and I understrand why.
He doesn't like me for me,
I'm one of a kind.
But, I'd rather have him hate me for me,
than be someone else and have him fall in love.
So I'll just keep checking my pulse,
and make sure my hearts still beating.
And always make sure I have that smile on my face,
but if anyone really did pay attention,
they could see in my eyes,
and know, how dead I am inside.