Masquer

 The way I looked at him;

He looks cute,

does not make him mute.

He may appear perfect,

hiding the imperfection with the 'act'.

He could be loud,

the loudest screams inside.

He talks a lot,

yet so much left unspoken of.

He's tall,

yet he's heart, small.

His smile bright as the sun,

does not mean he shines.

He feels pain sometimes,

it aches but numb at the same time. 

We may have a lot in common,

does not make us exclusive.

He talks to me,

sadly not only to me.

We may share similar interests,

does not mean sharing it with each other.