Sometimes I ask myself,
"Why make an effort?"
Then I remember the expectations
and the consequences
when you don't meet them.
And the standards
and the possibilities
and how everyone must have a criteria.
How if you don't,
you're settling for less than
and people judge you
and make assumptions
that you'll take anything,
or that you're desperate.
And as much as I think I try
I worry that even I could come across as desperate.
I still like to think I'm not,
and that I have my own targets,
and I do,
but I guess you never know.
I give in to pressure.
That's why I make an effort.
