I Never Exist

I'm good at running. Running from my problems. Running from my life.
I'm good at hiding. Hiding from my family, my friends and, basically, the whole world.
I'm good at lying. I never even blink an eye whenever I tell lies.
I'm good at pretending. Pretending that everything's okay when it's absolutely not.
I'm good at denying. Denying my sadness, my anger, my feelings.

I'm good at this and that and a million different things, I'm basically an expert.
But when it comes to love, I'm helpless, I'm powerless and I'm the biggest fool.
Love leaves no space for me to slip in. Love pushed me away every second and made me the only outsider.
I'm incapable of loving and being loved. To love, I never exist.