Who To Be

I have lost all hope in what is real,
for it never turns out right.
I am sick of screwing up,
so I will take my life tonight.

And slowly as I write a note,
for everything I need to explain.
I do not want to continue on
because they are all so vain.

So now I leave behind nothing
and am merely a mystery.
but you should know you caused it all,
by telling me who i should pretend to be.