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

And others

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

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