I'm faking it so good, it's almost real.

Nothing I can say to anyone of you is worth while. To you, I am just another one of the teenage girls on your Facebook. To you, I am that loud, obnoxious girl who loves metal music. I obsess over bands, and attend more concerts than any of you.
To you, I am everything you think I am not. You don't think I am battling myself with an identity crisis, or that I hate myself and my image so much, that I find taking it out on my arms is the best way to help me. You don't think I wish I could be any of you. You don't think I have tried to kill myself twice.
But I am all of those. I am someone you know, and someone you don't know. I am everything I said I never was.
I have gotten so good at faking it though, have I not? I made you think I was that loud girl. I made you want to be friends with her.
I've gotten so good at faking it, I am starting to believe this is almost real.
but, to you I am just that loud, obnoxious girl who loves metal, and nothing else.