You put me down every time I speak, and then wonder why I am silent.
You see my accomplishments as something that is expected, and my failures as something so unbelievable.
You say doing my best is good enough. You lied. I try my hardest, but to you it doesn't matter unless I'm perfect.
I try my hardest to live up to your expectations, your goals, your dreams, and it has exhausted me.
Working hard for something I don't want is spectacularly awful, yet knowing that if I don't succeed your disappointment will be even worse is difficult.
For once I'd like to have my own expectations, my own goals, my own dreams.
I want to become the person I want to be, not the one you've tried to create.