The Real Me? Poem by beautiful imperfection

Someone please save me,
I don't know who I am anymore,
I feel like I'm just hitting
my head against a door.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Why can't I be free?
I just want to be happy
and free of these stings.
nothing seems to help
no matter what I do,
I'm so lost right now,
I just want to be true.
I used to love life,
and looked forward to each new day,
but now I'm not so sure
I truly want to stay.
What was it that changed?
where did I go wrong?
Now all I do
is play depressing songs.
I'm willing to do anything
to change how I feel,
although I don't know where to begin,
I'm gonna be real.
I'm no longer hiding
behind a suffocating mask,
I'm gonna be myself
though this is not an easy task.
Hopefully things will change
and I will truly see
that in doing these things
I can find the real me.