Let's Face It.

Somehow it's always my fault,
I'm the one to blame,
Place it on my shoulders,
An unwanted fame.
There's a fault in EVERY thing,
Even when it's right;
Sometimes I think you pick the faults,
Just as a form of spite.
If I do a favour,
You'll point out what I missed,
Ignore the ticks on one page,
And form a second list.

And
sometimes if you're
really bad a frown too
Cuts Me.

It hurts me through my ribs and chest,
Like a cruel, taunting bite,
You've taught me something cruel:
That I'll never get it right.