What You Really Mean

I did a wrong.
I know this.
Yet, I can't get away from it.
I want to,
But do you?
I can't tell anymore.
You say that you do,
But then you want me to do everything.
Why can't you help out?
Shouldn't we do this together?

You know how I act,
How I am.
However, you blame me.
You tell me to take responsibility.
To not blame just myself.
And to not blame anyone else.
You make no sense.
You keep contradicting yourself.
I'm sick of it.
I'm sick of hearing you say things
And show no sign of actually wanting it.
Please, I'm begging you,
Just tell me what it is you really mean.