Nothing is right,
Who am I,
I'm only impatient and real restless,
I just wish the world could be mine,
But who am I?
They say confidence can make up for a couple physical imperfections,
All I hear in my head is encouragement to build myself up into something I'm not,
This is nothing new,
In past attempts I only came back more unhappy than before,
Every time the mask was removed I found that I missed it so,
Anonymity is easier.
