like it says ^
I sit here and just fear what goes on in my mind,
It seems the more that I move I just fall behind,
My parents keep me on my toes so very much,
that I seem less like a blessing and more like a crutch,
the best is expected, with lack of affection,
it's like there can only be one right direction,
as I try, and I strive, and I go for the glory,
I'm much more of a myth than some headline story,
and school systems don't help with their selfish BS,
A letter grade shouldn't tell you my intelligence,
regardless of who I may be deep down inside,
and when you asked I just smiled when I should have cried,
i feel like breaking down, like there's no where to turn,
but with so much weight on my back, and so much to learn,
and those who count on me, and those who care,
and those that always expect for me to be there,
the girls, and the guys, and the adults who I cherish,
it would permanently hurt to see that I had to perish,
so I sit and I write, and I sit and I type,
till I'm staying up thinking in the middle of the night,
and I yearn, and I burn, and I wish that I could,
I live better than most, but still misunderstood,
It's not about the house size, or the cash I've collected,
I wish I could just be the one who was not neglected,
Deep thoughts, deep feelings, things you probably forget,
but I tell it anyway because I can't let it sit,
if it stews, then it boils, and eventually bubbles,
and I don't want to have to be the one to clean up the troubles...
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