I worry that life will never be any different for me.
I'm frightened to the point that I sometimes wonder
what the point is.

Is there really any reason to make my bed, or clean
my room, or even shower? Sure it
will make my mom
happy, but it won't change a thing for me.

Is outward appearance all that life is really about?

If I can just hold it all together, keeping a smile
on my face and a clean room, at least maybe my parents
would be happy. They would think I'm fine and normal,
but I would know I'm not.

I would still feel this awful pain inside me.