You Get Used To It

I guess you get used to the mood swings...
The yelling...
The screaming.
It doesn't effect me as much as it did two years ago.
You get used to it.
But your life does tend to pass you by...
And you begin to wonder if this is it...
The minor leauges?
The way the "unhappy people" live?
Do I belong here?
Did I do something bad?
Am I a bad person?
Do I deserve this?