I'm stuck in a Middle Class Crisis
And there's really no escape.
I'm trapped, controlled, used
By someone molding me into their shape.

I'm judged at the highest of standards
With no room to fail.
I must achieve at perfect
There is nothing else on the scale.
I live the life decided
By those all ready lived
Who force me to paths provided
Instead of letting me choose.
They tell me to push higher
Grasping for nirvana
Which is impossible to acquire
Directing me towards unachievable goals.

I am not perfect
I have flaws that make me
Seem to disconnect
From the Buddhas all around me.
Say I can't do some math
For the life of me
Which incurs the wrath
Of those who really drive
The vehicle of my life:
My parents, my teachers, the dead
Attacking me and my failures with a knife
Of shame and anger, destroying who I am.

I don't really know what I like
Anymore, because the option to choose
Was taken away when I was a little tike
Leaving me to be a puppet
Guided by those who think they know better
Stranded and hung from strings of shame
And anger, left to fetter
As others guide me towards what they call perfection
Never once asking what I want
What I like, what I feel, what I believe
And like a ghost I haunt my on life
With no way to reshape
The robot I've become
And there's really no escape cause
I'm stuck in a Middle Class Crisis.