Is there something wrong with me?

Or the situation I've been thrown?

Am I no longer worthy?

Or is it just an insecurity

Whatever so, one won't know

The problem is persistent

I didn't create

For years of existence

One day I must face

It's obscure, you'll think I'm insane

Imaginative, delusional, all a misunderstanding

Truth is not what it seems like

For years i've Been living a lie

Voices were around me, ignored

It was suffocating, so I ran, hid

I ran from the truth

Being manipulated in the process

Hating wrong, loving wrong

Never been the right daughter

A year before, I told you

But you didn't believe me

Just like I didn't

The truth's too obscure

I guess you can't help

Sorry to waste your time

This is a poem, again wrote a few months ago. When I felt overwhelmed but decided to seek help or comfort. Only to go against it. Kind of how I am :P