Who i am

I'm too complicated, too unsure- I ask too much, but nothing at all. I keep my pain, silent, and bury within me. You'll never know something's wrong before it's too late. I'm awkward, I'm ugly, I say things I don't mean in an attempt humor. I never stop wearing masks, because I can't lie. What you see is never what you get, because I keep secrets, I hide my doubts and insecurities. I can't trust you, but that's only because I can't trust anyone. I might have empathy, and kindness, and warmth inside of me, but there are equal amounts of rage, helplessness, and misery. I am not "right".
Someday, I will work past my problems. Someday, I'll become beautiful