lies?

They ask me how do I write so deep
They keep on guessing
As if I have been on some downward steep
But is it really the truth
Or am I just better at hiding
The highs and lows or the trip 
May be I am just telling them the lies
Lies that I tell
Everyday everywhere
Cause I am too scared to be a failure
I love it when they guess
The truth
As ir they're really living my part
Without constantly wanting to know the start
Yes I do gather my feelings
But most of them
Are not even real
They are just some complicated stars
I can't really tell them
How do I really feel
They're so unrealistic
That they can't even heal
Have been called on my entire life
For not being perfect
When I say about things
Suddenly I am the brat
When they whine about things

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