People know me,
not for who I am
But who I want to be,

In the middle of the night
I stare at the ceiling
trying to figure out
what to do

What friends are real?
Who actually likes me?
How can I get rid,
of these insecurities,
that take over my life?

I try to hide,
to run away from my thoughts
but they keep coming back.

I can't fight what I feel.
So why do I even try?

People in my life leave
never coming back
How can I live like this?
Lying to myself,
trying to find someone to love.

Because I cant seem to find someone
who loves me for me.