The fourth

They tell me 'chin up' just to knock me down
They Give me hope, then smuther me with shame
They say come, just to send me away
They tell me to work hard, and when I givey all they say it's not enough
They give me dreams, and now I don't think I can reach
And just when I'm surrounded in doubt, strangled by fear, and lost in the dark,
I can't think of anywhere else to turn
Because I guess I like pitying myself
And feeling no matter how hard I try I'll never be as good and I want to be.