Mother, can you not see That the pressure you put onto me Weighs me down each day like a tonne of bricks And tugs at my insecurities You want me to be perfect, for image is everything And since I am not perfect I guess I am fake I guess I am worthless I pretend to be happy, I pretend to be smart I pretend to be talented... But I am a failure at heart I am a failure to myself For if I were anyone else I would be so much more perfect By just being real For real things are worth it.