scapegoat

I recognize that you've all felt so ashamed of me.
I've continued being honest and brutal emotionally.
On my impulses I've thrown anger and tension astray.
I'm a distraction, a scapegoat, you don't know me or my ways.
My addictions are what fuel me and I continue to pray.
I stay in tune with my emotions and so heavy they weigh.
Sensitivity and caring have caused me to come so far down.
I'm a cynical romantic wearing someone else's crown.
I break and I break until everything crashes and dies.
Then I'm whisked off to be helped and break free of disguise.