It hurts knowing who you are, 

When you aren’t good enough for you, 

And all your friends will make due. 

All your dreams have fallen through.

But sometimes you have to give into 

A world without you. 

It hurts knowing who you are 

And all your unwanted scars 

That you hide in your arms, 

Not striking any alarms 

Because you hate you for you 

And the world too. 

It hurts knowing who you are 

When you let yourself burn, 

Without any concern,

And no place left to turn. 

But I love knowing who I am 

When I am not me.

Because when I am me 

It hurts.

It burns.

It scars. 

It hurts when you know who you are.