All I do is to please you
But you seem to not care
You find something to complain about
You find something to criticize
Even when I do good
Why must you be ungrateful?
I try my best
A, "Thank you," is all I ask for
But I get anger
I get disappointment
I get punishment
Why?
Are my actions not enough?
Or is it just me who fails to be enough?
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Scrapbook Of Insecurities
RandomHere lies every single meaningful thought in my head. Coming from places of eternal sunshine, and the darkest corners of existence. Enjoy my freakshow of a mind.
