Regretful Post

I shouldn't be writing now
But I am anyway
And though I'll regret it later
I have to give wing
To the words inside
I feel so lonely
But only when I'm
All by myself
When I'm with other people
With them or him or you
I suddenly take on the form
Of the shape you expect me to take
But the lonely fate of the man
Who lives in the mirror
Is that when everyone goes home
I have nothing to show
No reflection dances
And I feel so alone
And I feel like the end is near
Maybe Kurt Cobain had it right
Maybe I'm getting just a bit
Too morbid tonight
Maybe I'm trying too hard
To make you happy
By continuing in this fleshy charade
Maybe I'm almost done
Maybe I'm already gone