1 June 2012
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.
Let's Face It. • Opuss № I