I wake up every morning feeling insecure.
Inside I'm hurting.
Until recently I didn't know why,
But now I know it's because this isn't me.
I lie to people every day to make me seem special,
but I'm just hurting myself.
I go around doing foolish things with random people
Because it makes me feel good.
Even when I'm doing these foolish things,
I'm hurting the people I love in the process.
Every day I look in the mirror and say to myself,
"How did I get here?"
I used to be this kind-hearted innocent girl,
But now I don't know who I am.
I used to not care what people thought about me,
Now everybody's opinions matter.
I've lost my way and I don't know if I can find it again.
I fantasize, I wonder, I dream
About things I've never even thought about before.
I've changed into this person that I swore I wasn't going to become.
I am my deepest fear, my worst nightmare.
I am not me.
