But I would be lying
I lie all the time
I wish I didn’t have to-or at least saw the other path to take
People wouldn’t accept me if they didn’t think I was better than I am
I have to outrun myself
I have never been able to simply take a step back and be happy with what I see
To me, life is never being able to see what I am
Do I look like that to other people?
Do they see through my mask?
I have yet to find one person I have not lied to
Sadly, even my parents are in a group with the others
I must make my life a pity-story
And for what?
Fake sympathy, attempted empathy
I am so much better than this
This habit is killing me
I am hidden behind this wall I keep building
The only way to break it down is to admit what I have done
But I cannot do that
So instead, no one will know the real me
And I worry that even my husband and kids will be put behind this wall
I can’t be happy with the person I am
And you think life is hard for you
I don’t mean to compare
But think again
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