Stuck

I cannot do right for wrong,

It’s like I’m walking on eggshells around you,

I try so hard to be better, to do better,

Yet I keep stumbling at the starting blocks,

One step forward and three million back,

I’m tearing myself into bits to fit inside your box,

The perfect cookie cutter image you want.

The more I seem to try, the further I get from,

Stuck as the disappointment you never wanted.