I am the worse choice to most, aren't I?

Now i have to learn to reconsider everything i said and everything i do just in case people point out my mistake and dwell into it.

There is a need to rehearse so that i put up a good show, not anything natural, not anything me.

The world dont need me. It wants a good show, a perfect non existing cover.

You will be like and love, if you can create the illusion.

But this freak me, it makes me afraid.

Just when i needed care, i have to look for it myself.

It dont just come to me, providing the warmth i needed.

Sometimes care have thorns, it will hurt me even more.

I am not right, i am just wrong.

Bad enough to kill me inside.

How come you dont understand, why dont you find out?

Am i changing for the worse or the better.

I just dislike what i am now.