Why couldn't people treat me better? I strive to make them happy, but all I end up getting is yelled at. I just wanted you to be proud of me, but instead you're seeing me as a disappointment. All I saw was my worth. My worth amounting to nothing. You leave me broken and beaten by the side of the road and I hope someone comes along to fix me. Why can't you ever be the one to fix me? The smiles I smile and the life I live are both just fake acts to make you never know JUST what you do and what you've done. I often feel as if you never even care. I feel as if what you've done and are still doing are irreversible. Like nothing can ever go back to how it was. You scare me. But I'll always love you.
I'm not scared of many people, but those few that do, you hold a very strong gift. To you, I'll back down from a fight. To you, I'll cave in. To you, I'll bend over backwards. But one day, I'll break. Will you be able to piece me together?
All I did was love you.
I never asked what was in it for me...