I'm never good enough. I never can be and I never will be. You always degrade me when all I really need is a pat on the back. And it hurts. Oh it hurts. You always do it when I know that something is bad, but you remind me that hey, you're an idiot. You don't do anything right. I try. I try so hard. You think I don't try but I do. You just never see me try. You wouldn't care if you did. I hate disappointing you, but thats all I ever seem to do. You degrade me when all I really need is a pat on the back. You yell at me when all I really need is a hug. Instead of saying "Hey good job, next time maybe you'll do even better," you expect something out of me that I don't have and ask me why I didn't do better. Because I'm an idiot. Because everything good I do in your books just gets written off but as soon as something bad happens suddenly the sky is falling. I'm not a genius, mom. I try. But you don't care. You push and push and push and I'm up against a brick wall. One of these days, I'm going to break one of these days, I'll get pushed too far and something bad will happen that I won't be able to stop. And it hurts me to know that. It hurts. But you don't care. All you care about is doing better when I'm doing my best.
And it hurts, mom.
It hurts.
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Short StoryThese are One Shots, TRIGGER WARNING The first chapter contains graphic material. If that is not something that you are comfortable, I would advise you skip over that part.
