Duality

Life's hard enough, but trying to be two people at once makes the struggle tough. Caught in between the private and the public, figuring out if it's all even that worth it. Like a sheep in wolf's clothing, something feels off when you're so full of self-loathing. What's the difference between the real and the lie if when you look into the mirror and can't meet your own eyes? Is there even a point to it all when most of the time it feels like the slightest breeze will make it fall? Wrapped up in layer upon layer of doubt and self-criticism, the world only helps to fuel the crippling cynicism. People seem to be fake and unreal, but that's because of your fake ideals. But it's kind of like calling the kettle black when you're just as fake as the people you attack. Deflecting the insecurities hidden deep down, forcing them onto others all around. Struggling to reconcile who you are with what you are, mind, heart, and soul at war. Are you really fighting the good fight or just another guy with problems and perceived slights?