Bent over backwards,

Accepting your pain;

You hurt; I hurt,

It all feels the same.



Running in circles,

Saving you from yourself;

What does it matter?

I can't even save me from myself.



I hate to look in the mirror,

Swallowed by loathing and doubt;

I want to feel needed,

But I feel so left out.



I jump through hoops for you

And get nothing in return;

I try so hard to love you,

But, all of it, you spurn.



I'm down on my knees,

Begging for recognition.

I know you'll do nothing to appease;

Your apathy outweighs my ambition.