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.