You Tell Me...

You tell me that I’m weak,
Even though I am strong.
You tell me that you love me,
Then you quickly move on.
You tell me that I’m dumb,
Even though I am smart.
And with every word you say,
You leave a gash in my heart.
So whenever you speak,
It’s one thought that rings true:
I am not the problem here.
The real problem is you.