Man-to-man with the man in the mirror

I always knew, to turn a new leaf it had to come to this.
I am talking about this talk man-to-man and face-to-face.
Let's dig out the gory stories I threw down the abyss.
We've same faces you can grapple with struggles I face.
Look me in the eye, tell me I am not alone please.

The gory stories of the fights between me and people's me.
The ghost stories of the fights between me and anxiety.
The strive to strive to keep up the face people want to see.
The hustle to grapple with my complex of inferiority
Look me in the eye, tell me you are still with me

Look, my ego has bruises man, people's me has been mean.
I feel like I am his dumping site placed in the outskirts.
I have been feeding on the wrongs he throws to me,
my mistakes and weaknesses - ingredients of the desserts.
Look me in the eye, tell me you can see the grime.

Wait who is me, is me you or you're people's me, or you is me?
Should I just quit trying to figure it out and let it be?
What if in the process I lose the real me for the people's me?
People's me is confusing me, Who should I be?
It's the fight I fight everyday, I can't say who is me.

I know you ain't got the answers but thanks for your time.
I have to go to people, a place where people's me shines,
as one or both of us takes the route to the shrines.
See you next time same time