I've always tried to be the perfect girl
Perfect and practical to the world
That's what most saw
I followed every word like it was law
But I wasn't the best
In all the west
So they gave me classes
and pressured me
Now I have glasses
and just wants to be
The pressure got to me
How did this be ?
I was 6 years old
pressured to do what I was told
Or they would threaten me with their jail
And i would never be bailed
So I did what I had to do
Now it's in my blood
and i seem them to be rude too
They tell me to make friends
But that's not easy with a broken heart that needs to be mend
They've pushed me at the end of the ledge
With depression and anxiety
And I'm ready to fall over the edge
But I can't
because then they'll rant
On how I gave them a hard life
This is full of sadness and no bright
So I'll just scratch
Because I know nothing will ever heal the rough patch
And when I die
I won't have to try or cry
I'll no longer be in pain
And I'll be able to watch over with the gentle serenity of the rain
*BY SHRESHTA*