And I want to be a better man to you mum.. .

But you just don't agree with the things I have done, while I don't agree with having

to be socially accepted I need to conform, but you don't understand. 

 

I live for myself in a flurried world.

 

Where being myself is such a crime and I can't imagine myself alive, at the thought of  cheating my own mind... 

It breaks me apart!

 

Now I'm sitting here crying while i wish you'd accept me, and for some reason I feel it satisfactory.

As I know while I'm dying I'll die being me, but what really hurts is not Seeing you be you.