The pain I go through on the daily, is horrific. I try to hide it. Not for you, but for my self and others.  You always try to say that I don't want you happy. And That all I do is think of myself.
But have you ever thought of us the whole way to this point.
I can't speak or move a muscle without making you angry or upset with me.
Your like a mirror. I can't move without looking at myself. I have to watch my every move. I have to to be perfect. Just for you, And the thing is I am not perfect. I cannot be perfect for you. And you blame me for not being so perfect as **you