This isn't me

This isn't me.
I'm trying to be who I used to,
Just to please you mother fuckers.
I'm not so sure what I'm supposed to be doing.
I've lost my artistic, creative, insane side.
Now the only thing I'm painting is my face with hollow smiles.
I patch my anger up inside.
You're lucky I'm holding it in.
You don't want to know what runs through my head.
You don't know my sick desires.
I seem okay, right?
Right..?

You don't see what I see.
You don't feel how I do.
You don't want to be me.
Walk a fucking mile in my shoes.