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Mom. Dad. I can't do this anymore.
I can't keep fighting this endless war. I can't live up to what you want me to be. I can't go on with what you expect of me. I'm not your little angel. And I'm not perfect in any way. So why do you pressure me so hard, when I will never change? I'm not in second place. I'm not the number one. Don't treat me any different, I'm only just your son. There is no way I can comply. When my grades keep on slipping, and life just passes by. I'm sorry I'm not perfect. I know I've made mistakes. Every night I fall asleep, I wish I'd never wake. I can't live up to your expectations, When every fail leads to separation. I swear, I keep on trying, When deep inside I feel like dying. I don't like sitting here, when you lash me with your tongue. One day I'll look back, and ask myself, "What have I become?" Till then, I'll try to make you proud. Keep on going 'till I fall to the ground. I may lie there and just cry, Or pick myself up and still try. Or maybe I'll just break there, when I remember you. How I could never be good enough, In any way for you.
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