I'll cut off and smooth bits of me I don't like, Related to a cake needing to be perfect.
I can't get that.

I can't stomach it all,
I can't not break down.
I tell myself i'm happy.

What am I doing wrong?
Too tired to stay,
Too scared to leave.

My mind has too many options and I'm getting rid of it all.
Getting rid of the real me i need.
It's all fake, I'm fake.

But I burned a broken wall,
Built a stronger one.

Locked away the true person,
In place of someone wearing a constant smile.

Its late and been a while but i made it. I need time, but i would let people down if i only took care for myself. I feel used by the people who need me but when i need help i'm not given it. Enough of me, I'll just go now.