Serpentess

A deciever.
That's what you called me.
When i speak, you accuse me of justifying myself.
When i dont, you say I'm secrative.
I have never claimed to be the person you wish me to be, nor have i made promises.
I have always done the same things over and over. No surprises.
Yet, you make up rules in your head about me, and wish me to fulfill things that i never can.
Half the time when i think i'm doing something right, you say this to me, i wish i never did it at all. Seriously.

If i dont show up, you cant say these thing to me.
If i dont do anything, i can't be doing anything wrong.
Wait, scratch that. I'm always doing something wrong.
You turn my joy into un-joy.

So what is the point?

I want to feel so pissed, but can't because its being countered with guilt and sadness.

I'm left with an uncomfortable feeling, commonly described as having a lump in ones throat.

Whatever.