Criticism

You know I've lost some things in my lifetime.
Break the silence with tension,
And nothing ever changes.
We're still the same old same.

I'll always be cleaning up the mess you left me.
Putting the pieces back together.
Pieces of my heart, pieces of my brain.
You tore down my confidence and sense of good judgement.

Nothing hurts more than asking myself,
"How did we get here?"
We end up hurt, broken, damaged.

And for what?
The simple fact that we can't always get what we want.
Sometimes we just have to learn to want what we get.

Everyone watches us break down.
To the core, I'm crying, screaming, calling.
Pretending they're eyes aren't on me,
They're on you. They've always been on you.