It's always a fight, I push and pull to get it right. No calls, no texts, no interaction. All work, no play, no sympathy, no satisfaction. Criticism is at the door. Teachers, friends, and parents all begging for more. No way to finish it all. Afraid incomplete and failure will be the final call. Trying so hard, why can't you all see. All of this work, the sense of accomplishment was supposed to be for me.