The Real Me

I walk around thinking every night, Wondering why nothing seems right. We all have moments where we pretend, Even if it isn't right in the end. But they wouldn't let me be, I tried to hide the real me. A lifetime goes by and I still hide, I wish I would've died. Maybe life would be easier without me, Because no one would like what they see. No one would like the real me. With the pills in one hand and water in the other, I think why not, I'll never have a lover. I thought of that wonderful place I couldn't hear, Because the end seemed so near. That place were it wouldn't matter who I was, Because there it never does. I could be who I wanted to be, I could be the real me.