I know I’m a disappointment—don’t say I’m not.
You gave me trust, and I let it rot.
I see it in your eyes, even when you smile,
That quiet hurt you’ve been hiding for a while.
You tell me it’s okay, but we both know the truth—
I’m the burden you carry, the bruise beneath the soothe.
I just wanted to make you proud,
but here I am—still failing you.
And in your silence—i fail myself too.