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Never Good Enough For You

I'm never good enough for you.
My efforts seem to go unnoticed,
while my flaws you single out.
I've lost the motivation to tell you the things I'm most excited about,
And have learned you'd rather not hear of the things that pain me.
You spend so much time caring about my faults,
that you've seem to have forgotten all I've done for you.
And instead of sending hearts and calling me beautiful,
You've rolled your eyes and held resentment toward me for weeks without reprieve...
And most times I don't ever know why.
There's a corruptness to your love for me,
I've been feeling it a lot lately.
Like false eyelashes,
there's just that stark difference from reality.
The obviousness is hilarious.
No, I'm never good enough for you any more.
You never tell me you love me and mean it.
I miss the way things used to be,
and I'm not really sure where they went.
I could be miles away,
like I was yesterday...
and you couldn't have cared less.
You are always picking at my down falls...
always resenting my best efforts.
I've tried hard to offend you less,
listen and support more...
Complain less, be stronger, go to you for little more than breakfast suggestions.
We never talk about real life any more,
And it sucks more than I care to admit.
I'm tired of fighting the fights,
Listening to the critique,
Allowing for your reputation unscathed.
Over all I've learned the lesson of humility
And all that comes with that.
Right now I choose to not be humble,
Because I'm tired of playing that card.
My hand is growing boring,
I know better than to ask to trade,
Because you're still too young to handle that.
I think that's what's really going on,
You always find yourself more mature,
Older and looking down on me.
I've been through more than you can see
And more than you could ever understand.
I'm not afraid to tell you that,
I'm not afraid to brag.
You don't care to know what's happening in my life.
My little world is crumbling, while buildings are crawling up.
For every step forward, I'm posed with three steps back.
As much as parts of me would love to tell you.
There are millions of reasons why I can't.
So for right now and possibly forever, my world will be only mine.
I'll fight my demons on my own, like I do all the time.
Meanwhile,
I'll keep wishing for hearts and love
And paragraphs on my selfies.
But for right now and probably for awhile,
I'm just not good enough for you. 
And it's whatever, because I'm not good enough for me either.