Hey, Mom?

I don't know how to say this,

But I'm kind of giving up.

I'm done trying to be friends,

Or anything close to okay.

I'm sick of not being perfect enough,

And I'm sure you're tired of it, too.

I can't keep making excuses.

Yes, I made these cuts and bruises,

And I'm really Atheist, despite your words.

It'd be nice to get along,

Even nice to just pretend we do,

But I can't keep trying if you aren't.

But in case you change your mind,

You can try all on your own.