Let Down
Before I mean it to happen,
my helpful words
turn into a battle.
You and the world on your side,
me on the other.
Hey, aren’t we supposed to love each other?
Everything I say flies over your head.
It’s one ear out the other.
While tears drip down my cheeks.
Bitter tears because I know it’s my fault.
It is my fault for sticking my head into your business.
Not to mention embarrassing you all the time with my breakdowns.
I wish I could stop them from happening.
But I can’t.
I just can’t.
I’m always such a let down.
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