Disappoint

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Fear of failure.
Or maybe not so much failure but disappointment
I feared that I would fail you.
That I would dissapoint you.
And that Is what I feae every day. And every day I disappoint you a little bit more.
You say something and then look at me, waiting for my anser. Weighing me.
And I always dissapoint you. I can see it in your face. What I say... It is never good enough for you. You are never happy.
I leave with the constant fear of tommorow.
Will you love me tomorrow?
Or will it be one of those days;
I leave with the constant fear of your anger.
When will you burst out next?
And I keep thinking, should I be with you?
And then you become so sweet.
And every time I say, give him another chance. Maybe he is different this time. Maybe he won't burst this time.
And every time you find something that bothers you.
And you make it oh so clear that I dissapointed you.
Isn't it hard enought, growing up with a b.d. mother? Isn't it punishment enough?

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