Mom, please tell me just who I am.

You seem to know more about my future than I do.

I am entirely sick of this program

And feeling like I can’t make it through.

I’m really am doing my best

Even though life is getting tough.

Anger and defeat swell in my chest.

Nothing is ever quite good enough.

Your constant nagging infuriates me.

I do not have multiple lives.

When you chide, my brain gets so fuzzy

And it’s tearing me up inside.

I know I’m not best through comparison

And you want my success to benefit you.

And you keep denying, but it’s for your fun,

So shut up because you know it’s true.

School used to be a place that I dreaded

But now I’m so anxious to be there.

If home is the place where I’m headed

I just want to rip out my hair.

Mom, please stop all this pressure,

I can only do one thing at a time.

I think I can say, through all measures,

That without you, I’m sure I’d be fine.