Echoes of Disappointment

Looking for some kind of approval to be told I was right one

day. But that's not how things were between us, tiptoeing on eggshells

you lay. Waiting to hear I was enough, good enough to stand the strain.

But you built me out of matchsticks, and I burned against the

grain. Hell will freeze before you give me what

I need. To think I'm more than you thought, more than

you dreamed. The disappointment of success, everything you threw was some sick

test. Louder than your hollow words, the lines you crossed all blurred,