Who am I? Who am I trying to be? Not myself,anyone but myself, living in a fantasy to bury the reality, making myself the mystery. A strong facade disguised in the misery, empty but beyond the point of emptiness, fought to the brim of fake confidence;a God that will never be broken because I broke a long time ago. I'm hurting but don't tell anyone,no one needs to know. Don't show or you failed. Always ok,always fine, always on show. The show must go on,it will never stop. The show must not go on but I know it will. I give up giving up. I'm lost. I don't need to be saved. I need to be found.