What’s the point in trying

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