The Painful Truth

The words, they all hurt. The looks I get, yeah they hurt too. It all hurts. But that's the point of it I guess. To put me through pain. And it usually works I'm ashamed to say. Some days are harder than others to keep a brave face plastered on. But somehow I manage. How I look on the outside doesn't usually have anything to do with how I feel on the inside. I wish I could just give up, it'd make things a hell of a lot easier on so many people. Like my fans that work so hard to keep my image good. I envy how strong and defensive they are. I love them, I know I do, but I don't understand how I can love someone when...I don't even love myself.