It’s times such as these
When you want to say please
What more can I do?
What else will appease?
All you want is a pat
Maybe “Hey, way to go”
Or “I’m proud of you, son”
“It’s hard work, that I know”
But none of it fits
Beyond all my wits
I can’t do what is right
Im up thinking at night
I just don’t understand
I just don’t comprehend
I just want to be proud
I just want to fit in
The people I’ve met
Who never I’ve seen
They’re beautiful, dancing
All over round me
My family ties
And this, I detest
They’re toxic to me
Will be, till I rest
Why is it so hard?
Why can’t you support?
I’ve written alone
My mind is my fort
For blood isn’t born
Its gained and it’s yearned
And true family ties
Cut deepest, when earned
How the World Should Work 