I'm not honest with myself.
At least, I used to lie to myself.
It's taken me such a long time,
But I'm finally being honest with who I am.
I'm being honest about my feelings.
I'm being honest about mistakes.
I'm being honest about my achievements.
They aren't just a brush under the rug.
It wasn't my fault.
I tried my hardest.
Accidents happen.
I've finally come to forgive imperfection.
But now, as a result,
My mask is starting to tear,
Which means my liar's heart,
Will be bare.
I helped others,
Even it meant hurting myself.
But I'm just as important.
I've imprisoned myself with that living
Now though,
I don't want to keep going,
Not like this.
I want to breathe again.
Can I?
I'm a person too,
Am I not?
I'd like to feel it.
