It always hurts.
First it’s a one off. You’re just not quite good at anything. He’s been busy and he’s angry.
Nothing you do is up to standard.
You cry because you’re really trying.
“did I really try though, could have I been better?” the cry echoes.
For some reason I blame myself.
Physically, a few hands up is futile. I’d never go to the police so it’s a nomads land of what is appropriate.
Why do I feel like this?