Passive-aggression?
I'm withholding feelings I'm afraid to mention
You'll judge me with your intellect and wit
I'll deal with myself how I see fit

I'm comfortable, yet always on guard
This isn't how things are supposed to start
I only care to please you
But I've failed myself, and can't help but continue

I've put you on a pedestal, despite your flaws
You're everything I want because you're everything I'm not
I seem to be losing confidence in myself
Constant contemplation, refutation...

There are so many things I wish to say
I feel the opportunity continues to slip away
I'm too slow to grasp the concept of initiative
So this passive, ambiguous life, I'll continue to live