Who I think I am as a person

It really depends on which side of me you’re talking about, the true side of me is sad, lonely, depressed, scared, and just plain old anxiety-ridden. The outside of me is fine, she’s happy, she’s just a little scared but nothing too bad. But the outside of me is fake. She’s dead. She’s never been real. She’s alone. She’s scared. She wants to live for her mother. But she wants to die for everyone else. She wants to help. She wants to give happiness to everyone. She wants to give hope to everyone. She wants to give so much to everyone. When she has nothing, no one, and no hope. So you can take either one you want. I guess.