Confusion

Random poem with a whole bunch stuff mixed up.

I'll cry all I want if I have to.
I'll cry all night if that's what I must do.
Feelings shattered because she believed.
Overlooked you.
In her mind she made you the person she remembered you were

But oh, she was wrong.
You should never believe.
Or you are asking to grieve.
But she put on a smile for everyone to see.
Because I am happy with just being me.

And now in my mind your a monster.
But that doesn't phase me.
You're young and stupid.
Like the rest of us.
Some smarter than others.

Your image was a lie.
Or was my image of you the lie?