Who am I?
Am I a gentleman?
With a passion burning in his heart for another,
Or am I the geek who talks to anyone?
I don’t even know anymore…
On the outside, I’m seen as this compassionate friend,
Who is supporting others and carrying the weight of the world.
Putting their problems first, before my own.
Truly, on the inside…
I’m am awkward, scared, alone.
Living without a real home.
Who am I?
I am fake.
I am a horrible person,
Who has been trying to make himself feel better,
By helping others.
I truly do care for them,
But I don’t care for myself,
I care for my family,
And what happens to them,
Not to what happens to me.
It pains me to think about who I really am
On the outside I\'m happy,
But on the inside i’m… scared