mistaken

never right
always wrong
i always bite
the hand that
feeds me
now in spite
of negitive feelings
placed upon myself
by him
looks like the futures grim
constantly mistaken
i try to be right
but to him im always wrong
theres no more fight
left in my feeble
broken heart
only condolences left
is to start
to cry bitter
hateful tears
for being mistaken
all these years
never right
always wrong
according to him
my future self loving
is very dim