Better Than Me?

I grow in the environment sorrounded with fulfilling love and reputation. I ounce a little girl who believe in tales of lie. but beyond the pressure I had to carry, is their still someone I can call and clang up to? or maybe I shouldn't go over beyond under pressure.
Burdened by the weight of expectations, I become a mere shell of ambition, trapped in a cycle where nothing is ever enough.

All I ever wanted is to be that kind of person, not for praise, not for noise, not for achievements.

but to able live the life I wanted.

Behind all the achievements, all the fame, and all the praising words, they never know the glimpse of tiredness, sleepless, overpressure, and stress. just to be called someone who is " good" isn't enough for someone who raised for me.