Attempting a Poem

My words stumble out of my mouth,
like they're struggling to get out.
They don't belong to me,
I stole them from who I used to be.
I speak in parables and rhymes,
that begin with "once upon a time".
Because I'm much too cowardly to say what I mean.
But just know that It's not always what it seems.
You may think that you know me,
from the words that aren't mine.
But how could you know me,
these are just letters in a line.
If you really want to know who I am,
although I'm not sure you can,
Just ask me in person.
My complexion will worsen.
I'll try to hide,
what I'm feeling inside.
But hopefully you can read the pain on my face,
read it out loud and put me in my place.
Tell me where I ought to go,
cause I for sure don't know.

Rhyming is hard...