Sharpen Your Knives and Prepare for War

Some people say I'm a fake.
Some people say I'm a poser.

They say I'm not as scarred as I'm make myself look.
They say I do it for attention.

They're wrong.
Way wrong.

I don't like this kind of attention.
I don't like the attention where people are constantly worrying about me.
Watching me.
Making sure I don't do something stupid.
I don't want them to worry.

I'm no fake.
I'm as real as it comes.
The pain I feel can't be faked.
I'm sure some of you know what it feels like.
To feel lost, unwanted.
To hurt.

I'm not a poser.
I don't want to feel this way.
It crushes me every single day.
Why would I want to pretend?
Why would I want to pretend to be hurt?
To be scarred.
To be lost.

Why would anyone want to fake something so horrible?