Why is it such a surprise that,
I love you but hate myself?
When all you ask me to do is try,
did you know I would fail?
If you knew that every time I fail,
I can barely get up the next day,
would you keep forcing me to do better?
I can almost see how you think I am,
but I never quite get there.
I’m always held back
What do you see in me?
I can promise you no one else sees it.
So maybe you’re the one that’s crazy.
Maybe you’re the one who’s losing it.
And maybe you’ve realized how I am,
but are to attached to give up
on what you thought I was,
who you thought I was.
And now it’s too late and YOU’RE in denial.
Because at least I can admit,
that I hate myself.
You still pretend to love me.