What's the Point?
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What's the point?
To be a good daughter?
To fit into this perfect picture that was set for me?
To try to be something I'm not?
I'm not myself.
I'm not what I want to be.
I'm not happy with what I look at in the mirror everyday.
I'm not what she wants me to be.
What am I then?
I'm not good enough to be what she wants!
I'm not good enough to be what I want!
So what's the fucking point????
That's just it...
There really is no point!
There's no real reason for my heartache.
There's no reason for my stress.
There's no reason for my ever-growing need to be perfect.
What's the point?
There is no point!
Well if there is no point
Then why do I care so much?
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