i just wrote another poem it's called 'secrets seep through pores'. the rhymings a bit off but i still like it

Tears of the heart,
That tear through the soul,
Taunt us as we come apart,
Hold on tight and don’t let go,
Living secret lives as though,
I haven’t cried,
As though,,
I haven’t died,
As though,
I still feel the part;
Happy, go lucky girl,
As though,
The words you’ve spoken aren’t,
Cruel and undecided,
Uncaring and one-sided,
As though,
Our smiles are still supported,
Still loved and not distorted,
By pictures of perfection,
In no way masked by deception,
But they are,
And so we do,
And I cry when I think of you,
And what you think I don’t know,
So keep doing as is done,
And I’ll pretend it was as though,
the dying will go on,
Through many many layers,
Filled of love, hate and slayers,
Slayers of me, and you,
And what we thought we were meant to do.