Finding Me

Walking through the paths of me
I find that I am never who they see
Finding me can leave you tired
Shocked and confused and mired
When I wish to be kind or good I'm not
The demons plaque the heart I've got
I'm evil and base and selfish and mean
Yet on my grave the grass will be green
I know this makes very little sense
But I'm writing from inside this fence
I sit in here and peek out at you
I want to jump and say hello or boo
Yet I stay hidden for fear of no telling what
I do not know so here I am or am I not?