It’s true
I don’t love me
And I think that’s clear
For other to see
From afar and near
My current mode
Is one of self hate
Don’t like myself
Oh, but then, wait
I look in the mirror
And see a sad soul
And one who puts up
With a self sense
of being an arsehole
But most of all
Don’t like what I see
A very strange vision
Of who I could be
I look in the mirror
And the person I see
Looks back with sadness
And confusion you see
Sad with my mental state
And confused as to why
No confidence of late
And a few times recently
Don’t care if I die
My passion for life
At an all time low
But why this is such
I really don’t know
A beautiful partner
And plenty of work
Maybe I’m just
Being a jerk
Feel though as like
No control of my life
Like I’m spinning and sliding
Through this part of my time
Maybe it’s the comedown
From the nights and times away
Or I just can’t handle
The reality anymore, of everyday
But I wake most mornings
And get out of bed
But the self confidence sucks
And I feel kinda dead
Don’t feel I’m the main character
Inside my own life
Like I’ve somehow become
A sub character with strife
Not important no more
Its consuming me whole
Maybe I’ve realised
I might be an arsehole
I’m really not bothered
If I live or I die
All that I want
Is my own humble pie
Dont know what to do
Or sometimes what to say
Just go through the motions
Of life, everyday
I plod on though
And pick myself up
Because no one wants
To listen to me
Sat in a night club
Alone, on my own
I’ve tried to speak
But still sat alone
My transgenderness, a weirdness
For some, this I know
I’ve said it before
I’ll say it again
What the fucks happening
And when will it end
Or maybe i’m finally going
Right round the bend!
To much sometimes
Those around me, they shout
It really makes me want
To get out, get out
Being ignored
Constantly cast aside
Not at the top of your list
Disappointment can’t hide
I need to be pissed
Disappear in the crowd
Tommorow we’ll see
It’s another day
Maybe my mind is better
And I’ll be okay
