You say you love me, really?

Do you ever think how your actions affect me? Is your love real? You say you love me, but you make me cry. I try and try to be better for you, but you can't get better for me. Why, why are you always so mad? It affects me, and makes me the bad one. I can't get the courage to run and tell you how I feel. You would disregard my feelings and make me feel bad.