I’m walking on eggshells
No matter how hard I try, it’s not good enough
I seek your approval, why?
You’re cruel and heartless
You prey on the weak.
Yet, here I am hanging onto your every breath
Is it to prove I’m worthy of you? Maybe partly.
Or is it because you fuel the anxiety
The anxiety that I will never be good enough
Because, after all, I am the black sheep and that’s all I can ever be.