So sick of playing,
this game we call "life".
Tired of everything,
so I run to hide.

Sometimes I need to drown
But I try to stay float.
What kind of world is this?
I seem very lost

They're not proud of me,
Telling me what I've done.
If only they knew
What they had become.

The media too,
It's not really real.
Changing your thoughts
And how you really feel.

They say to love yourself
no matter what.
But then they show you make up
And tell you how.

Well listen to me
When I tell you that:
You should be proud of who you are!
No matter what!