Only A Fantasy

I'm put together on the outside,
to hide how broken I am inside.
Whats the point of hiding anyway?
You see right through me,
like water, like crystal, like glass.

To you I'm an open book.
You have read all my pages.
You've seen the beginning,
and you know my ending.

Clear; right through to my very core.
You know the words, you sing along.
You know my every step,
where I go, you will follow.

You've seen my dreams,
and feared my fears.
You've seen my smiles,
and felt my tears.

Sometimes you know me better than I know myself.

My life is your book.
Each tragedy, marks a new chapter.
Will the book come to and end?
What will happen to my unanswered questions?
Where will I go?

Do you know?
Do you have my answers?
Why do you not tell me?

I don't want you to see the truth written inside my words.
But you might already know whats there.

Tell me how to fix it then.
Mend my broken pieces.
But you see, you cannot do that.
For your, your only,
A fantasy.