"You whine too much,
You must know that life is hard
And that nobody will stand by you forever."
That's what he told me.
And I believed-
No, believe it.
And it makes things very
Hard.
I tell people:
"Well you're going to
Leave me anyways,
So why does it matter?"
I continuously
Fail
Thinking
"Why does it matter?
They won't stand by me through my failures anyways.."
I know I shouldn't think this way,
But I don't know how not to.
He made me.
I don't know how
To remold my clay.