The feeling of incomptence
Has washed over me.
The morning light hidden
By the murky, black sea.
Everything that I ever do
Just never seems right.
There's always specks of black
Splattered over the white.
You always say harsh words to me
And add to my stress.
Has it occurred to you
That I'm trying my best??
I don't know how else to please you.
What do you demand?
I'm already a puppet,
The strings are in your hands.
My life is but a struggle,
An ongoing strife.
My quest to please you
Is ruining my life.
Has washed over me.
The morning light hidden
By the murky, black sea.
Everything that I ever do
Just never seems right.
There's always specks of black
Splattered over the white.
You always say harsh words to me
And add to my stress.
Has it occurred to you
That I'm trying my best??
I don't know how else to please you.
What do you demand?
I'm already a puppet,
The strings are in your hands.
My life is but a struggle,
An ongoing strife.
My quest to please you
Is ruining my life.
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