Whatever I am
You made it.
And I don’t know whether to mourn or celebrate.
But then I remembered you never remembered me in the first place so what is there to mourn.
Oh here, let me put all my insecurities out in the open where people can use them against me. Silly me, trying to keep them hidden so assholes like you don’t realize how sensitive I actually am.
I didn’t do the best job at it.
But I really tried.
The difference is that my whole life, I’ve wanted nothing more but to make you happy.
While you’ve wanted nothing more but to make me miserable.