I wanted to make you proud,
that's all I ever lived for.
I stretched myself so thin,
ever so, but it never snapped.
Well it is true that I'm young in years,
my mental age will surpass yours.
I tried to hide all of my struggle,
and no one could see me bouncing.
I never complained, I didn't take my life,
it was ever a walk in the park.
Others would write a different book,
I wish I could've written a book like that.
For at least it would be logical,
that there's a reward after hard work.
Not every book is the same,
maybe my handwriting is to blame.
I can run and run and run and run,
but I never move a bit forward.
Bystanders applaud me and praise me,
but the tree is completely fruitless.
I had to run an extra lap, and I made it like my peers,
but there was no ribbon, no prize, nothing.
They've moved on with their prize,
and I'm still stuck on the running field.
I have tried to make you proud,
it was the only thing that was ever on my mind.
These expectations I thought there were,
was a foundation you built for me with your bare hands.
Opportunities you wished for me to grab,
but my hands are completely faulty.
I look like every other woman on the outside,
but I couldn't make someone smile they knew me.
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PoetryDear readers, We live in a vastly complicated world fabricated by humans. To me that makes things very confusing and emotional. It's a way of life, a pressure, and stress that I cannot place into my life. My personality doesn't fit within our Wester...
