my mother wanted me
to be assertive with a killer smile,
but i was always passive and sometimes,
smiling is hard
so she quit on me.
my father had always wanted
a sweet, charming, kind child,
i’m not the best kid but
i’m trying my best and
i guess it isn’t good enough
so he quit on me.
my friend from the other side of the world
always tried to make me open up and
hold conversations with me
but was never good at choosing the right time
so he quit on me.
my aunt just wanted me to love her daughter
and that makes me the cousin
but loving is so hard
it pains my heart at times
so they quit on me.
i’ve always wanted to be joyous
instead, i am morose
fancy words for a fancy loser
with blood-stained wrists
so i quit on myself.