Disappointed

I wish I could make you believe your own lies. 

The way I used to believe them.  

Then maybe you wouldn’t be so disappointing.  

I wish I could make you do the things you say you’ll do.  

Or at least make you feel bad when you never follow through.  

Then maybe you wouldn’t be such a disappointment.  

I wish I could make myself ignore you.  

The way you’ve ignored me.  

Then maybe I wouldn’t be so disappointed.