I know expectations for me…
But is anyone really perfect?
I’m trying to be the best I can,
I really hope it’s worth it.
Mom, Dad, I’m sorry,
I know you’re disappointed.
How will you forgive me?
At me, where all the fingers are pointed.
I never do anything wrong,
So why has the wrath come down?
Is it ‘cause I should be “perfect”?
That train has long left town…
“Your sister looks up to you”
Always in the back of my head.
“I know. I know. I know,” I say back.
It runs through my mind before bed.
I’m her role model,
So I need to do what’s right.
If we keep our futures well planned out,
They’ll both end up very bright.
I try and try my hardest
To never let anyone down.
Gosh, there’s so much pressure
To be the best around.
Grades, sports, and my attitude
Are where I need to accel.
I feel like I’ve done great so far.
Eh, maybe only pretty well.
Life isn’t too tough. Not really to me.
But all the pressures I put on myself,
It’s worse than it should be.