do it better but no

Unexpectedly stern
For all her softy touch
She sat there glaring
Staring
Watching me burn and yearn
For words such and such
Tearing
Words out like weeds
tears rolling down beads
Who needs
This unsparing
Scathing blot
Blasting naught

It's unfair, it's unjust,
I moaned.
But you must,
She intoned.
Do it better, do it right
Make more effort, use your might
Give me good, give me true!

Oh I'm tired, hungry, blue
Going home. And... screw you.