Myself.

And here i am again writing my soul on the paper, well literally a paper tough who was supposed to be here and read it is not. I am myself in a world full of cold hearts tough is not so bad but i can't seem to warm any it, been working hard on this but 'No' is what i get. So why its keep goin on like this, il never get it. Being myself is stupidly hard while being someone else would be so damn easy but what for, a lie ? I don't want to live a life of lie, to be someone who i never was to be the thing' others want's me to i am myself and you'll never get to understand. Im showing it like a open book open the file and start reading you'll know everything as i wont hide anything. You want to know  ? Ask. is that simple but i wonder will you accept the truth or you will want a lie ? supposing not but sometimes you do and now when i think about it sometimes i rather accept lies that truth but i wont lie, i wont do it for you or for anyone else, and when it will happen that i do it, then i am desperate to keep you. But no. That's not myself, that's someone else a shadow that entered my soul and will leave soon writing all this nonsense on the paper tough it makes sense to me wish it would make sense to you in the same way but im smiling and you know you're smiling to when reading all this stuff, why you're doing it ? You don't know its not fun what you're reading but you do for some reasons, you've been here before in same thing in same situation maybe you changed, if you did. Then you did wrong.