My Midlife Crisis

This shit ain't good, but still you read.
Desperate to feel understood.
Choices might be different than mine,
I represent confusion of mind.
Did who I was supposed to be,
Have any resemblance to me?
Why didn't anyone tell me,
That it's OK to be me?

Is it too late now?

How can I love you so much,
And still feel the need to leave?
Without explanation to give…
I can't be who I am with you.
I have tried so hard to be.
If I loved you more than me…