If you start to yell and scream,
Count on me to freeze.
I can't take anger directed at me,
I was born with a disease to please.
Average grades are shameful here.
No more B's and C's.
"Good" is just not good enough
When you have a disease to please.
I know people who pass through life,
Jumping hurdles with ease.
I tell myself "not high enough,"
Thanks to my disease to please.
Emotions take more than fair
In situations like these.
I'm completely drained, robbed, ****** dry
From my disease to please.
All this pressure takes its toll,
Constantly, I feel my heart squeeze.
Breaths are rapid, running short,
And I'm dying from my disease.
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 9:35 AM UTC
If you start to yell and scream,
Count on me to freeze.
I can't take anger directed at me,
I was born with a disease to please.
Average grades are shameful here.
No more B's and C's.
"Good" is just not good enough
When you have a disease to please.
I know people who pass through life,
Jumping hurdles with ease.
I tell myself "not high enough,"
Thanks to my disease to please.
Emotions take more than fair
In situations like these.
I'm completely drained, robbed, ****** dry
From my disease to please.
All this pressure takes its toll,
Constantly, I feel my heart squeeze.
Breaths are rapid, running short,
And I'm dying from my disease.
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