What's the Point?

January 22, 2015

What's the point?

To be a good daughter?

To fit into this perfect picture that was set for me?

To try to be something I'm not?

I'm not myself.

I'm not what I want to be.

I'm not happy with what I look at in the mirror everyday.

I'm not what she wants me to be.

What am I then?

I'm not good enough to be what she wants!

I'm not good enough to be what I want!

So what's the fucking point????

That's just it...

There really is no point!

There's no real reason for my heartache.

There's no reason for my stress.

There's no reason for my ever-growing need to be perfect.

What's the point?

There is no point!

Well if there is no point

Then why do I care so much?

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