The Real Me

Tears flow down like falling rain,
No emotion hiding all my pain,
Why is it that I always fail?
Turning, fleeing between my legs a tail.
Everything I do, Everything I try,
Always results ending in a cry.
Gives me a weird satisfaction,
Throwing off my perception.
Regardless of what goes on,
I feel like I'm doing it all wrong.
So forgive me for being so low,
And not letting the real me show.