My Own Worst Critic: Poetry Progression

When You Look at Me
It's glaringly obvious when you look at me - 
Your pupils bite into my soul.
They rip and tear at my positivity
As if highlighting my flaws is their goal. 

The frantic fists you shake in frustration
Look hard as a boulder from Everest.
They pound any hope til it's a dead sensation
That starts to match the feeling in my chest. 

The sharp line of your lips tells me all too well
How cutting your next words will be. 
They chain and drag me straight down to hell
Where I can finally feel free. 

Frozen Space
Where has the warmth gone?
When did life get so cold?
We used to think and act as one. 
Now I just feel tired and old. 
Why can't I understand
The way you react?
Why can't you keep in hand
The fact I love you back?
Where I used to empathize with you
And only dream of making you smile, 
I feel with all that we've been through
There's more distance than a mile.
I hope we are stronger than this disease
We will  be for everyone else,
As we wither and crumble and start to freeze,
I hope we can help warm ourselves.

Failure
Defines who I am.
When I try to help,
I fail.
When I leave things alone, 
it's to no avail. 
Get one job done - 
Not enough!
Start the next one!
Saying what I mean
only works 
When other people listen.
Even when I hav success
I feel guilty that others
may have less.
Bitter resentment is all that I feel
In and out and all about.
I don't know if it's fake or real
Or just another depressed bout.

This Big...
You know how to make me feel
smaller than dirt beneath your heel.
I say, "What do you want?" all day long.
Yet it's always my fault when things go wrong.
I'm not consistent enough. 
So you have to act all tough. 
Maybe you have to be the bad guy
Because you won't let anyone nearby.
So I'm the flea on your dog.
The sweat drop in your eye during your jog.
I'm the sand grinding in your teeth,
The pebbles poking at your feet.
I'm the buzzing mosquito by your ear.
But no matter how I feel at least I'm here.