what’s the point in trying
so sick of constantly lying
pretending to be okay and happy
so mum doesn’t go all flappy
the thought of hurting her breaks my heart
longing I could have a fresh new start
one where anxiety didn’t rule me
and where I could just me free
one where I wasn’t defined by how I looked
and where I wasn’t hooked
on who said this and who said that
one where I didn’t let a twat
define who I was
and deep down I know it’s all because
I just wanna be able to be happy being me
society isn’t going to change
they never want to accept anyone “strange”
so i’ll carry of feeling shit
and trying my best not to quit
all so society can feel content
when we all know their morals are fucking bent
what’s the point in trying