Not Who I Think I Am

When the words flow like they are right now,
the truth is exposed.
People lie, cheat, steal and fake.
I'm one of the worst.

There is no escaping the truth in this state,
the things I've done to the people I love are inexcusable.

There is no way for me to talk my way out of the person I've become.
I try to hide it from myself,
it actually works everytime.
But no matter what I do,
someone always brings me back to my lie.

I hate the person I've become.
No matter what I do, the bitch won't go away.
All the things I say and do, everything I think I believe is erased at the closing of each day.
Every morning begins with the same lie, I'm fine.

There is no more room for people like me,
this world is full of enough.
I try and try what feels like so fucking much.
But all there is left for me to do is run .

If I stay here any longer,
I'll just continue to hurt the ones I love.
Continue lying, trying, hiding
and nothing will ever change.
All of their problems, fears, and rage
to fix it all would be to get the fuck away.