Used to be

Everyday,
I put on an act,
I hope the fall for it,
they do, infact.

I may seem cool,
but really, I'm not,
One day soon,
I swear, I'll get caught.

Someone will discover the real me,
some day,
if they ask me why,
I wouldn't know what to say.

Now I have become,
the lie I lived so long,
I'm getting to confused,
don't know where I belong.

When I get caught,
When they discover me,
everything thats left,
is what I used to be.