It’s too much, The world, the expectations. It’s all too much. How can you put this on a teenager I’m still learning who I am in this world And you put this on me as well?
Did I do something wrong for this to happen? What can I do to fix this? All of these stereotypes are not me, So why are you trying to make me conform? Why are you trying to turn me into the norm?
It’s all too much. You expect me to do a lot of things My life is only so long I can only do so much Don’t force to me to become a perfect human Don’t force to me to be who I am not It’s my life And you’re making it too much to handle.
I need to figure it out on my own Without any guidelines to hold me back. I will reach my potential All you need to do is allow me to succeed. You may be surprised at what you see You may actually be proud.
Just give me a chance And I’ll prove to you that I can create you’re too much, Into a just right for me.
A personal internal struggle of fitting in and learning that not everyone can be pleased. It’s too much to think about what others may think even though it is very tempting.