the true me in a poem form

you pull away,

from human kind,

even though they say,

hey'll never hurt you in anyway,

that isn't how it worked out,

now is it,

you broke my heart,

and made me fall apart,

inside and out,

jut by a shout,

those few little words,

i hate you dont you see,

that is what you said to me,

you wanted me to be,

what you thought a perfect friend was,

you didn't give a shit,

of the little hole in my pit,

of a heart,

that fell apart,

into a blackhole,

because you don't see,

the true me,

it is hidden,

from friends,

and enemies,

not to be hurt again,

nobody sees,

the true me,

don't you see?