Another poem I wrote when I was 15. Comments?

Do you really see me, or just my looks?
Maybe you can't see me because I am hidden with books.
So stop trying to steal me with your silvery looks.

Do you really hear me screaming my pain?
Maybe you can't hear, and my screams are in vain.
So stop trying to console me, nothing can stop love's stain.

Do you really feel me, know that I'm in Hell?
Maybe it's too plain to see where my spirit really dwells.
So stop trying to catch me, I'm not your cat with her bell.

Do you really love me, with all you heart?
Maybe you just think of me as your own little tart.
So stop trying to love me, or I'll kill you with my poisoned art.

Do you really know me, or just think you do?
Maybe you can save me, but is that really you?
So stop trying to end my crying, because it is all I can do.