Fake. Yes, that's me. Hundred percent fake guaranteed. Why is it so hard to be me? Why am I so scared to be me? Afraid of not being enough? Afraid of being hurt? Why is it so hard to let people close?
Is it too late to learn to show who I really am?
Here I am. This is real me writing these words. The photo is real too. Except for the fake smile and filters of course. That smile I have faked all my life. And they bought it. Fools.