Why can't you love me no matter what.
Why do I have to live my life tiptoeing over everything I do so I don't disappoint you.
Well guess what, you're already disappointed in me. Disappointed that I'm not who you want me to be, that I don't believe what you want me to believe. Disappointed that I can never seem to do anything right, because it will never live up to what will make you happy.
Perhaps you don't even realize the pain and pressure I feel, but I feel it. And it's real.
Those words, "I'm not mad. Just disappointed."
Those words hurt worse than you think...