Venting for both you and me

Now you've seen the actual me.

You're right.
My mask is broken,
The smile plastered on my face is torn off
My facade broken open like a dam,
Emotions spilling out,
Over riding, my brain , my heart,
My gut feeling.
And it can't be stopped,
It'll continue till there is no more to stop.
Till my tears have run dry,
My anger has boiled and evaporated,
My sadness has finished raining down,
And my happiness has set like the sun.
Because in truth,
I am not as strong,
Or as optimistic as you think.
That's is a version of me,
A version that is anything,
And everything you wish of me.
And not the real me.