Poetry and whatnot

Your thoughts continujally question me,
myself ill be alright.
My feelings ill hide down inside,
cause ill die to win this fight.

You have no clue how i feel
when you smile and lie to me.
You say inside you're hard as stone,
but i see what you want to be.

Your smile lies more than words,
i see the pain in your eyes.
The truth shows behind curtianed glass,
for others, yourself you deny.

Maybe someday you'll realize
your value pure and true.
Your countenance portrays sheer agony,
and pain like noone knew.

If you will look deep into my dying eyes,
you'll see the pain eating you through.

J.L. Holmes