It’s hard.

It's hard to fake a personality

I have been stuck millions of times with the thought

My mother molds me to be a professional

But I feel that I am not a good inversion

My dad wants me to be who I want to be

But I feel he doesn't mean it with his heart

It's hard to fake a personality

I have been faking my own life since my birth

My heart can't stand the weak beats of life

My brain can't stand the thought fighting my mind

It's hard to be someone you're not

Because then you'll wonder who you are

Because nobody wouldn't want to be with the person they're looking at

Because they want perfection in you as much as in themselves

Because they want you as their companion with no friendship at all

Because they feel you're a bother but they drag you along

It's hard to be someone who is a puppet for others

Painful sensation breaking me to pieces

Repugnant image of someone happy when the truth is that I'm sad

Stupid to believe that they care when they just stare

Inhuman to watch the world consume you in a sea of lies

Depressions to keep asking, who the hell you are.