They Don't Know The Real Me
They all think that I'm this capable successful person. That's not the case. I'm a wreck. I'm a loser. I put on the front that I'm a person that can handle anything that can be this person that will be there for them no matter what. Thing is, I can take care of them, but really its because I'm too cowardly to tell them I don' t want to be around them. I do what I'm told because I can't fight for myself. I wish I could be the creative, funny, smart, loving, person they all seem to think I am. But I can't.