I Don’t Know Who I Am

When I go out of the house, I feel authentic. I feel like I am who I am, but when I come hime, I feel like I spent the entire day lying to everyone. I feel like a fake; I feel like a fraud. I never mean to put up walls or change the way I act, but I don’t know if that’s me. It doesn’t feel right, but I don’t feel right.

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