Confused About Life

I see my reflection in the mirror
I ask myself what more is there to fear?
I already fear life itself and
I'm not ready for the future to come
I don't know who I've become

I am not sure about anything
Sometimes I really want to be someone else
because at times I hate myself

I see other people who are proud to be who they are
But then theres me
Feeling alone inside
Which nobody can see

I think I'll always be confused about everything going on around me
I wish I could be like everyone else and
feel happy and free.

Because I feel trapped inside a place where I always cry.
Being unhappy isn't what I want to feel when I die.