It’s your voice i hear,

When my doubt is high.

My hesitation stems

From you not hearing

Each echoing cry.
I show you my art,
My blood, sweat, and tears.
In hopes of pride swelling high,

all you can do is huff and sigh.

Tis but doodles you claim,
I guess you really do not see
How deeply it is you are cutting me.
I show you my words, written with care,

Shared so intimately.
Only to feel disappointed again.

No pride in me,
No surety.
All i hear dripping from
Those lips i love,
Is how naught i do
Is ever good enough.