Those Little Things...

I try my hardest, but I guess that's not enough I put my heart into it all, but you call it as a bluff. Why can't I come out on top, and be stronger than that traveling teardrop. I'm sick of the criticism, tired of not improving, why can't I stop and pretend like I am moving. I need your help, but i don't want to ask I'm scared what you'll say when I take off that mask. Will you help me, or walk away, I am far to scared of hearing that dismay. I don't show my emotions, nor do i cry but inside I am letting out a big, deep sigh. When will I reach my point of success, where I will be able to confess, and progress. All's I want is a little praise, for those little things in life that are looked upon in a daze.