i am sick
i am not a good person
you've made that clear
alone i sit
crying into my pillow
wracked with fear
fear of you
fear of me
i fear i'll become what you say
the bad
the ugly
the one noone wants to be around at the end of the day...
i try my best to be better
but it's just never enough
so i give up
because then i can't possibly be more disappointed.