Poem #3

How can I make you believe that I love you
When I don't always believe it myself?
Will I ever know what it's like above you
When I'm always inferior to myself?

You think you're the one who has to please me
I know that you're very wrong there
Your frown always has to disease me
'Can I ever make you happy?' I despair

I don't know how much longer I can take it
You always pointing out my faults
I'll never be able to fake it
Soon I'll be locking my heart's vaults