Sometimes I want to forget how you make me feel
You make me feel mushy inside yet look at me as cold as stone
Your words melt my heart yet pierce through my conscience
I’ve done everything in my power to make you happy
Yet you took my one flaw and made me question everything
What will it take for you to be pleased with me?
What will it take for me to stop trying to please you?
Your encouragement sounds as fake as the plastic in the trash
Yet you take the time to write me elaborate words expressing how good I am
You tell me to break free from being my closed-off self
Yet you tell me to behave when I speak up for myself
I was sick to my stomach and your words calmed me down
But here I am standing and crying because you took the root of all my happiness away
You say that you want to see me succeed yet you said words like you wouldn’t care if I bled to death on a street
What will it take for you to be pleased with me?
What will it take for me to stop trying to please you?
A.D.
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