How are you so confident?

I'm not. I have insecurities
Just like anyone
Other than me
And they're not fun
They hurt me

My problems are just
Different than yours
I can't trust,
Whereas, you can't take the floor

Just because I'm loud
Just because I'm blunt
Doesn't make me proud
Or unlikely to run

You're so nice.

I am who I choose to be
I choose to be kind,
but that doesn't reflect me
It's a matter of my mind
And what I want others to see
I am not filled with kindness
Just sensibility

You're so joyful.

Joyful as someone stuck on an
Island, with another, weaker
Person
Who becomes more than a meat eater
Just to survive, with no one
Left but the corpse of the stranger
To keep them company, in an
Irreversible condemnation of danger

I am filled with bliss,
A shallow kind of relief
That, though one kissed
Death, I am yet to be seized
By the terrible kiss

It's all a façade
Have I broken it down?
You can say no, or applaud
My performance in gown

I never was happy
I never was bold
I was simply
A story yet to be told

So don't try and deny it
I'm fake as can be
You can say, "that's not it!"
But I promise you, it's me