I’ve got to stop trying to be something else,

Something that I’m not;

I’ve been smiling at myself in the mirror,

Just to see what it’s like, but tears begin to gather

This smile isn’t happy,

It’s painful

To say that is hurtful,

It’s the truth, though

Sure,

I’ve got problems,

Problems with my problems

They complicate me,

If you have the patience, you could surely love me