My mind is a mess that I can't escape
A place to think about the good and the bad
But mostly the bad
There's not that many good things in my life

My mind is a place of realisation
Realisation that I'm not good enough
Realisation that I'll never be good enough
Realisation that I will never be the perfect daughter
That I'll never be able to live up to society's expectations
But is that really a bad thing?

My mind is a place of hope
Hope that will always be crushed
Hope for better life
Hope that I'll never be excited over
Hope that turns into negativity, a deadly poison

My mind is place of unanswered questions...