So What?

So what’s the use,

In all this tiredness,

All this aching,

All this faking,

If the world doesn’t see,

You can’t be who you

Want to be; you can’t be

Who you were.

 

So what’s the point,

In all the lies,

All the trying,

All the crying,

If society can’t see,

That there’s nothing left to be;

Nothing left for you to give.

 

Who’s to tell you who you are

Or what you want to be?

 

Don’t you see?

 

You need to think,

“I’m here for me!”

 

But what’s the use?

What’s the point?

Is everything you do

for us or for you?

 

Do you know?

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