Slam Poetry

Isn't it Perfect?

How does my life look like from the outside?

Maybe it looks perfect
Maybe it is
Maybe this is ungrateful

But it's feeling something then hating yourself
It's not liking that you feel
It's logic versus heart, and you let logic win
It's locking everything away, hoping it doesn't burst

And it's looking happy
With good parents and good grades
With smiles and glittering eyes

But it's also a sea brewing inside
Waves pounding relentlessly against a small rock
Weathering away at you, pounding at you and stifling your screams

It's not being sure what you're feeling
And just wanting to exist

Not recognizing who you are with people there
Watching you, who think they know you
But they couldn't be more wrong

Because how can anyone know you
When you have no idea who you are
When you look in the mirror and see
A stranger

I'm not sure about this one. I wanted to get it out soon as I wrote because I couldn't stand to look at it.