What's The Point?
What's the point in acting stupid,
When all it does is piss me off?
What's the point in acting loving,
When it's not the way you feel at all?

What's the point of trying to talk,
When all you do is scream and yell?
What's the point in working it out,
When it was doomed to crumble from the start?

What's the point in staying here,
When I have no life to speak of?
What's the point in loving you,
When you don't love me for who I am?

What's the point of us at all,
When we never share a happy moment?
You'll really miss me when I'm gone,
but I'll just say, "What's the point?"


©2004 Veronica Veenstra
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