Here I am to struggle again

And feel the constant pressure,

Put on me by people

Who don't truly know me. Or know

The truth of me, with clouded

Perception they see what they want.

Judging and pushing hard against

My own goals and wishes. I feel no love.

Only pressure and a drive

To give up since being good enough

Never seems to be

An option that I am given.

Tell me this, lovely.

What would you have me do,

Even if you say you're granting me the

Honor of having options before me.

Though just delusions,

You seek an answer that I cannot give.

Because I do not know.

Sit down and stay out of it.

I can work through this nonsense.

I will figure it out, okay?

Your input is not needed.