I try.
I try so hard.
But nothing I do
is ever right enough.

They act like they never forget,
like I’m the only one
who ever makes mistakes.

And this week?
I’ve lost count
of how many people
left me bruised
with words they didn’t even think twice about.

I hate this.
This version of life
that doesn’t feel like mine.
Why can’t it go back
to when I could still smile
without faking it?

Why does it feel
like I’m the only one
who’s always breaking
in silence?