When will what I do ever be enough? Day after day, Night after night, the critisism never stops… Well atleast that’s how I see it.

You see it as (constantly) correcting me. You want the best for me, you say. And yes, I’m not trying to argue against that.

I’m just wondering when will what I do ever be enough? Day after day, Night after night I’m constantly in war with myself;

Why do I keep disappointing you?

Why do I keep messing things up?

Maybe I’m not trying hard enough.

I can tell you’re getting fed up now but I swear I’m not doing it on purpose. I’m really trying to measure up to your expectations of me, But to some extent they just seem impossible for me.

Seeing you frustrated like that, knowing I’m the cause hurts me a lot. But sometimes all I can do is sit and stare at you, before I make things worse. It’s true one can’t make everyone happy, but if I could atleast make YOU happy…