forlornly

do i only bring you madness?
you ask, why am i full of sadness?
i feel as though i do nothing right
as i try with all my might
to do good by you...

do i make you smile or weep
or do i only make it hard for you to sleep?
my heart aches as you scorn me
and i'm left feeling forlornly
when i do something wrong...

i work so hard to make you happy
but you tell me my work is crappy
you said i need to humble myself
how is that supposed to help
when you don't look at what I HAVE done for you...

instead, you take a list of where i failed
doing as my mother did before i bailed
i don't feel like trying anymore
when i'm left feeling not adored
instead, i feel like your boarder...

sometimes, you make me ask, "when is my lease up?"