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.
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