I’m not perfect so don’t make me out to be
I try my best, that’s all you said I could do
But I guess my best wasn’t good enough for you or the idea of what I should be
Why do you put me on a pedestal I don’t want to be on?

We don’t have anything, but we have everything
Without this so-called “knowledge” we can’t do anything nor will we become what we want to be,
But we have the resources to shoot above the stars and live the life we deserve
Your words do more harm than good, but I suppose you’re blinded by disappointment
Was your plan to intimidate? Or use angry words in an attempt at misguided comfort?

These great expectations you have for me, I don’t know who I am without them
Take away the examples you have set before me, take away the plans you’ve written out, and I’m no one
I know what I want to do and where I want to go because my options are limited but so vast

Become something great,
Go somewhere great,
Be someone great,
Do something great,
I don’t know how to do that without the motions programmed in my system, like a video game
You’re the player, and I’m the game with a preset storyline

Look at what I’ve become!
I am not my own person; I’m your person
I’m a torn, battered and broken piece of the dreams that fermented in your head
I’m a lackluster edition of the fabled novel you so wanted to see in print
I am the shredded grass that comes out the back of the lawn mower

You try to bring me up to snuff, as they say
You try to get me the “help” I need to prosper in the Promised Land
Don’t push me to mold to a goal you know I might not be able to achieve; I’ll try my best to get there
You put in and I put in but sometimes, we don’t put in enough

I’m struggling to hold on, to get to the point that we know I need to land on
The target changes position and I get lost in the shuffle
Everything I need to do gets lost in translation, and I don’t have the right dictionary
If you stand where I need to be, I’ll get close, but I won’t be dead on