It doesn't matter how hard I try.
It doesn't matter how much I give, and how much I give up.
It doesn't matter what I do to try to please you.
I never succeed.
In your eyes, my flaws are magnified, and what good points I have- these are of no benefit to you.
You paint a picture of me in permanent ink
And the more you draw, the ink seeps through all the pages beneath
Such that I never start on a fresh page.
Today I have given of my time, my effort, and my love for you
And I feel completely drained.
And I kind of wish that I spent today watching webcasts instead, reading gynae ops. Having instant noodles, even wasting my time away reading a book in bed.
When I give you something, I don't expect anything good in return. I just wish I wouldn't receive so many not good in return.
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