Small World Big Problems

Mother may I be myself?

No, you mustn’t, be someone else!

These are the lyrics of my youth

You’ve fabricated all my truths!

There is a girl, vaguely recognized

In mirrors staring deeply in my eyes,

She’s been told she's not enough

Not respectable, no, not as such

I really have to change so much!

But change is scary it is to blame

Fot why I don't still feel the same

As the girl with parents, love, a home

Now I'm probably better off alone.

Burdening you with my past scares me the most,

Don’t want my problems to keep me from getting close

To something worth living for, to make me fear death

Hopefully soon I can stop hating myself!

I’ve been beat down as long as I can remember

So I've promised myself that if things don't get better

I can allow myself to quit this December.

An expiration makes being alive less thrilling

But it also takes the pain and fear out of living.

Being scared has made me feel so ashamed

That I find myself waiting for that final day

When all I have to consider is what I've left behind.

Thinking this way may have eased my mind

But it really doesn't give me much time

To make something out of this little life.