What's the point in trying when in the end I'm hiding
Never good enough for even the people I love deeply
As they tell me all my faults and how imperfect I am
Unable to accept me no matter what even if I hold them dearly
Although I show them gratitude and do the best I can
I can never show my true self inside
Because then they'll choose to toss me aside
What's the point in trying when in the end I'm dying
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 12:27 AM UTC
What's the point in trying when in the end I'm hiding
Never good enough for even the people I love deeply
As they tell me all my faults and how imperfect I am
Unable to accept me no matter what even if I hold them dearly
Although I show them gratitude and do the best I can
I can never show my true self inside
Because then they'll choose to toss me aside
What's the point in trying when in the end I'm dying
I'm told a lot of things like body imperfections, how boring I can be, how stupid I am, how stupid stuff I like is, etc. by my own family, friends, and even love. Am I really that worthless of a person?
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