Making Adjustments

Though I make mistakes, at the end of the day, Your love remains the same, it doesn't lack in any way. I know there's love and compassion, However, I feel I never receive recognition, Unless it's a contradiction. So many times focused on the problem, And the things I do wrong. I hate to admit that at times I feel lost, Out of place and out of touch. Being appreciated and feeling appreciated, Are very different. Almost as separate as day and night. In one it’s easy to find the light, In the other it's a struggle to get it right. I do my best but, There's always something that gets left a mess. I try to race to it, Before it spreads quickly like a virus. No matter how hard I try, It's like I can't do right; Always failing in some way To get it right. I don't know what needs to be adjusted, Where do I make adjustments? All my efforts are unseen, Like a whale under the sea. Life can be like a ball game where, Everyone is watching for the highlight plays; For me to make a mistake, Anything I do well is over looked. My errors are the highlight plays. People just want to see all my mistakes, So they re-watch them like a replay. My achievements seem invisible And failures are easily visible, They stand out like boulders in a field. I don't know which is worse; People waiting for me to screw up, Or hearing them talk about how bad I messed up. It's easier to notice what's wrong, But a challenge to see what's right. The things that go well are left in the shadows, But the problems always get exposed in the light. So I just go around believing, That nothing I do is seen. The only one who really cares, Is the one living in me. I can see a change on the other side It's coming in with the tide. I don't know what needs to be adjusted, Where do I make adjustments? All my efforts are unseen, Like a whale under the sea.