To Be Me

I know some people wonder.
What it's like to be me.
To live in my world.
To see exactly what I see.
But it's not as simple.
As some play it out to be.
I am hiding behind a wall of guilt.
Of feelings so unruly.
Friends have been made.
And some have been lost.
Promises have been broken.
At an extremely great cost.
I know I pretend to be perfect.
If only my acting were true.
Then maybe my priorities wouldn't be this.
Then maybe I could learn to live a little bit more.

Yet I know some people wonder.
What it's like to be me.
To live in my world.
To see exactly what I see.
I have built so many layers.
To tuck my life away.
This is the only way I will look happy.
On the outside I believe I look okay.
But after a while.
My walls begin to fall down.
My world as I know it.
Becomes so unrenowned.

Yet I know some people wonder.
What it's like to be me.
To live in my world.
To see exactly what I see.
If you really want to know.
Take a peek into my ways.
My life isn't exactly bliss.
With all of its endless days.
The light that everyone sees.
Really isn't there.
I know being me isn't the worst.
But life sure isn't fair.

At the same time.
I know some people wonder.
What it's like to be me.
Here is a little bit of my world.
Here is a little bit of what I see.