Better, Some Day

I try to be a better person, then who I once was. My changes become incomplete, as my day nears towards the end. I become, inconsistent, in my attempts. My strength to live on, only fades away. I try every day, for the ones I love, no one seems to suspect, that I will ever be better one day. They continue living the lie, that I am always this way. I am trying to be happy, to be pleasing to the eye. My misery will never die, if I dont at least try. I do, but to you, I become a problem. I became, a negative, in your life. When will I be back, to the way things were? When I was accepted and never, a creeper. I know, I may not be deemed one, but only actions have become such. I try to not hurt people, but, I know I only have done such. I hope, I will be better, some day.