“She’s rude.”

Lie.

“She hates everyone.”

Lie.

“She’s not who she’s says she is.”

That one’s true.

I say I’m fine.

I say I’m good.

But you know what?

I’m not.

It may be unreasonable,

It might not make sense.

On paper my life is perfect.

And maybe it is,

Maybe It’s just me.

I’m the one that ruins my oh so perfect life,

And ruins it all.