Poetry

Pressure me, 
Pressure me
I'm never enough,
You see

Make me work
Break my back
God forbid 
I ever slack

I don't meet
Your expectations
But yet I'm supposed
To create a generation

Not good enough
Not good enough
You say it's easy,
But it's tough

You do not see
Inside my mind
If you could,
What would you find?

Would it make you run away?
What more would be left to say?
Because you never got your way?
"You're just a child, no work, all play"

Do not tell me who to be
You do not see
What I can see
And I'm going to be me...

Please be silent,
Hear my plea.