Don't tell me what to do
I'm not being rebellious
I'm just being honest.
Please stop telling me what to be
I can't be what you want
Someone with good grades
Who can walk around and socialize
and not have tears behind my eyes
I'm sorry I don't care about the end game
Diplomas dont seem like much
just another requirment to survive
So what if I barely pass
I can scrape on by
It seems thats all I've ever done
Please stop assuming I'll go to college
I don't even know who I am
How the hell should I pick my curriculum
Should I just run with what you say is right?
Alright, not like I can do much
I might seem decent to you
Composed and quiet
These are just lies
fabrications to keep within your ideas.
I'm broken and lost
and screaming inside.
but you don't know that
and I doubt you'd care
So you keep pressuring me to do more
I don't know if I can make it to tommorow
let alone keep up with those expectations.
but I guess I can at least do that much right?
Bide my time reaching your goals
what you think is best
Cause if I don't you'll tear me apart
Figuratively but sometimes it seems quite real to me
Fake self esteem
Fake being happy
Fake being me
Cause lets face it
I'm not someone that should exist
Not since what is expected of me is so much better
Expect nothing at all
If your hopes aren't up
Then how do you fall?
Author Notes: The pronoun 'you' is not reffering to one person, just society in general.
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