Babyland Reality
I hate myself
For holding in my biggest fears
Not good enough
I can't keep up despite design
The truth is near
Try to accept
Try to deceive
And facts seem clear
It's just somehow I can't wake up
It's not what I wear
Or how I cut my f..cking hair
It's just what I spew out
From Day to Day
And time to time
This feeling of frustration
Mistake in vision
Knowing I am worthless
Still I attempt some kind of promise
Somehow, this is my reality
What am I?
What am I worth?
What will I become?
I'm nothing right now
This is my reality