A shitty Artist with a shitty head, writing shitty poems

Who is actually you

I'm sat here.
On a Saturday.
No actual it's a Sunday.
It's quite easy to tell a lie,
Or you could say to tell a story.
It's easy to be something you're not,
Rather then what you actually are.
You see we as people like to show off,
Or be better then the people
we share this world with.
We're always sharing stories
That indicate my life is better than yours
Or my life is worse then yours.
This is were it's easy to tell a lie,
Or may I say story.
We like to make little things big.
Turn small inconveniences
Into big inconveniences
So others can validate us.
So we feel important.
There's so many people in this small world.
It's easy to feel irrelevant,
Like people have all ready done everything.
So it's easier to be something we're not
Rather than who we actually are.
It's nice to go online, and share stories(lies).
To alter Are life's to look a certain way to others
To make them think about you the way you want.
But that's quite lonely in my opinion.
It's quite confusing.
Cause that's a hard thing to do offline.
You then become two people.
Two people completely different.
This is how we lose our selfs.
We forget who is who.
Who is actually you and who it is not.
This is were the story(lie) becomes the truth.
Sometimes it can be good.
But the majority of the time it's destructive.
A type of destruction that's hard to fix.
Being something we're not is easier
Then being who we actually are.
Sad,
Confused,
Looking for answers that don't exist,
Trying to find were we fit in the world.
It's easier to see your life as a movie or play,
And you as an actor
and everyone else as the audience.
It makes more sense then actually being
You because you don't actually know,
who you are.
Who is truly you.