I have my nose unto the grindstone now
You’re driving me to my wit’s end
I feel I’ve done all that I can, or have I?
I’d say “you be the judge,” but I’d rather not.
I know you’ll be the judge regardless.
It’s never enough for you. I can’t do everything
You think I can do. I’m not a genius,
Though you seem to think I am.
Do you think telling me I’m “just not trying hard enough”
Is helping my self-esteem? I’ll be blunt,
That’s bullshit. Each time we have these “talks,”
I lose the confidence I gained back over summer
A confidence pulled from the ashes of the old
A confidence as quickly dashed as the old, it seems
All thanks to you, all thanks, all love. No really.
I love you, you know that, I know that
But sometimes it’s hard to remember
When every word of wisdom just reminds me
That I’ve made a failure of myself
A failure that grows worse with ev’ry reminder.