Me

There’s a fear inside of me that is ripping to get out. My heart races with every thought, my head pounds with the urge to shout. I am not in control and I don’t know how to find it. I’m living in a world where my reality is blinding. Manic and hyper I can’t satisfy the urges. I’m up and down an all around hurting. I’m dying on the inside and smiling on the out. I’m a great actress to show you what you need to see but then there’s you and for some reason you see me. That scares me a I don’t even know who I am. And when you look at me I fear you see all the terrible things that lurk inside. I don’t want to be this person. I am not what I seem to be. I cannot keep up the lies no more. I just want to be me.