Damn not again!

I try, so hard, to do something right
Something that will give me sight
For a better future with less anger
Something to stop me from getting madder

But every time, it gets screwed up
Someone finds out, I let things slip
Then people know, and people talk
And suddenly, I just gotta walk

Ashamed is my feeling, now even more
And I need to release it, I know that for sure
The truth kills me, in a torturous way
I just can’t cope, not for one more day.

Is everything a secret? Everything in life?
Do I have to run, from the edge of my knife?
Will things get better or keep being the same?
Will life go on? Is this the end of the game?