Self-Deprecation

You tell me to stop with the self-deprecation
And to quit with what you call the pity party
But that is easy for you to say
And much easier said than done
When I can never seem to do anything right
And when all that is wrong with your life
Seems to end up being my fault
I can't tell you I'm sorry
Because it makes you mad
And when I tell you that I love you
It makes you mad
Then added to that you say my words mean nothing
And then never stop to consider my actions
Of which I defy you to give me a list that says
I'm not always kind and thoughtful, even tempered
Attentive and helpful and such
Because you can't
Because I am all of those things
And without words my actions speak loudly
Plain and clear of my love, dedication and adoration of you
And you complain that I'm self-deprecating
Well, I suppose that I am
Sorry . . .