Insanity.

Insane.
That's what I feel when I think of you.
It makes me go crazy when I think about how you refuse to try.
You refuse to accept that I'm trying to help you.
You cant understand that I want you to be successful.
When I look at you I melt.
Passion.
But it's wasted potential.
Thrown away because you've got no motivation.
Nothing.
No drive.
There's such a feeling of disappointment,
and I hate that I feel that when I look at you.
It's not my place to force you into something you don't want to.
But I cant give up.
One day, you'll see the light.
One day you'll be successful.
But until then I've just got to watch.
As you push me to unknown levels of insanity.