A burden is all I seem to be,
I'm doing nothing but weigh her down
She tries her best to keep us afloat,
But because of me we'll all drown
All I ever am is a problem,
A mistake that can't be undone
Sometimes I wonder if she wishes
That she only had a son
I try to help, I really do,
But I just end up screwing things up
A simple task such as putting dishes away,
I manage to drop every fucking cup
The frustration, the uselessness is killing me, I cannot even think
It's very clear that I am the family's one and only weak link.
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