I washed the dishes and picked up our trash.
I forgot to do the laundry because depression is rough.
You shamed and shunned because I couldn’t get everything done.
Everything I did, it was not good enough.
I woke you up just like you asked me to the night before.
You got mad and your voice was aggressive and rough.
I cried as I had tried to do my very best.
Of course, it was not good enough.
I try to make sure everything is to your liking, not a thing out of place.
You find one tiny thing wrong and start to get gruff.
I seem to mess up anything I do because I am just not good enough.