Whats Wrong With Me?

Here I am again
Analyzing myself,...
Looking around watching all the near idiots close to me

But is it possible northing's wrong with them its me?
I have a twisted view on life, logic, hate, and love
Confused, Screaming, drowning within
But yet I never say anything aloud

I wither away internally decay
But show a smile and put on such a nice show
Everyday of every week

I feel as if my life is a play,.......
Wondering what will happen in the next scene
What should my lines be?
I choose them carefully
As to not give an impression something is wrong

But always anxious
Wondering when will the curtain fall?
When will the final act take place?
Will i ever break free of this?
Will i ever feel as if Im not an actress
Putting on a great show everyday

So many questions
With unseen answers
Some I fear never will be
But the most significant question............

One I fear will never be answered is...
Whats wrong with me???