*What Others Don't Know*

I know.

I know what you think about me.

I know what you say about me.

You think I'm worthless.

Pathedic. 

Useless.

I hear all of it.

You set up all of these expectations.

I can't hold up to them.

I'm not special.

I don't have many talents.

And yet you still hope.

I still try.

But I fall.

I fail.

And you yell.

You say it's for my best.

You say you're a pretty good parent.

I laugh.

Because I know what others don't.