What You Know

I hate how well you know me.
How you can hear the words I don't say.
Understand the emotions I don't show

I hate that I can't lie to you
Because you already see the truth
And you simply wait for me to say it

I hate that you have seen my weakness
Seen my vulnerability
Been on my side of the curtain, seeing what a mess it is
What a mess I actually am

I hate that you can hear my silence
See through me
Through the facade I show the world

I wanted to be perfected. Especially for you.