I feel empty inside, to this day cos im dishonest.
I live a a fake life. Its not what you think, I lead a pretty OK life. Thing is, deep down I'm a bad person. A sinner, so to speak (everybody has their inner sins but mine are pretty extensive and well-hidden)
to the point that I feel like I'm a different person. I have 2 versions of myself, the best (or at least, better) version of methat people know and "evil me".
My female friends think I'm a respectful, funny and quiet gentleman. My male friends think I'm a patient and intelligent guy. My family thinks I'm a studious, healthy good kid. Etc.
Now, I like the better version of me. I wish that was the only version of me. I feel empty inside because people know the better me. And I'm not always the better me. I'm scared they'll find out the horrible monster I really am. These are great people in my life.
I feel empty cos I'm not me, half of the time. That all probably didn't make any sense, did it?