Double Standards

the frustration in my eyes
can't match the pain in yours
i'm stuck with the knowledge
that i'm useless.
not you.

i'm sick with the hurt
that i feel, that i cause
why even bother
right?

careful words all lost
with just one small paragraph
of lost temper.
everything i've ever said
discounted
because i've had a bad day
and taken it out on the wrong person.

why must everyone think me perfect?
heaven forbid i make mistakes
say the wrong thing at the wrong time
if -i- do that, i'm a monster.
if anyone else does, then it's forgiven.

fucking double standards.
i'm sick with them.