If I chose to leave it,
Just give up now and live,
Just as expected by others,
Then it would be easier.

That's what I'm told,
That's why people ask "Why?"
Because they honestly believe,
It would be easier.

But they don't understand that,
In reality it would be easier,
But only for everyone else,
It wouldn't be easier,

For me.
It would fill me with self-hatred,
And dissatisfaction with,
Who I am pretending to be.

There is no choice,
There is no easy way out,
This is me,
And I'm not going to change,
Unless I want to.