It is at times like this
When every word you say
Brings me closer to the end
Every change in your voice
Draws the knife closer to my neck
I wonder if its just criticism that I can’t take
If I am that weak
Or is it something else?
The fear of disappointment
The wish to seem perfect in your eyes
I know I am imperfect
But I just want to pretend for you
Yet it seems like every step I take
I don’t move forward.
Instead I take three steps back
