Curismo

Aim low
So low
That nobody will care if you succeed
I whisper
The city talks back
Curious
Of my emotions
Is my head so fucked up
Because everything around me is
Have you seen the prime minster?
Making money seems to be the only thing they talk about nowadays
Every time I’m alone
I seem to deflect happiness
I don’t know why
Am I just not meant to be happy?
Like really
Why did God make me so fucking feminine?
I can’t do what I want without being judged
This is going to take a lot of strength
But i’m not strong
I might as well fake my happiness
Give up
And wear a mask forever
Snap out of it!
You want to be you?
Keep fighting
Grow stronger
There’s a light at the end
Hold on to any hope you that you have
I’m trying to tell myself
To hold on
But I can’t
I’m gone
I can’t find myself anymore
Sometimes my tears are warmer than what I feel
I don’t know where i’ll be
I’m just getting my way through life
Every decision I tend to make
Is based of approval
Wake up!
Wake up!
Wake up!
Wake up!
I’m so sick of being treated like dirt
Being step on since birth
But they don’t know what i’ll do next
This was by people claiming their the best
But I turned around and all I saw what a forgotten quest