What a messy person

Never in my life have I felt this alone. Surrounded by people. But not a person will notice the unhappiness. It's shielded by the perfect person the past has tried to mold me into. Yet when I'm alone, I shed the mold and become my true self. And I am truly alone. No one will understand another's troubles the same way. Every person deals with things differently.
I'm just not what the past tries to mold me into. I'm am this person. This person standing In front of the mirror at 2am with all these scars and all these stories that will never be told because no one will ever care to listen.
I am the person no one sees on the outside.
I am a mess of a person.
And no one will ever really see that.