The difference between you and me.

Now I know you think your never wrong.
I know you like pretending in your little world.
Behind the walls you built.
You need to pause you little horror movie.
No ones scared.
Your shattered from something I did years ago.
Your always complaining how your struggling.
How your unsure of just how you make it through each day.
Then choke on your past.
Nothing you can do now, it's over.
It's pasted.
That's why it's called the past, you can't go back.
No matter what state of mind you were in at the time.
Your always confused about what's real and what's make believe.
Well I'll tell you what's real.
And what's not.
See the difference between me and you is that.
Your fake.
I'm real.
Your dead.
And I'm alive. 
Your suffocating, your trapped.
I'm breathing, I'm free.
It's ashame your six feet under and I'm laying on your grave.
Laughing that I took your life.
But really I'm laughing at myself. 
Because I'm the one suffocating.