Doing My Best

 

I am walking around, smiling.

Little did they know I'm struggling

I should not answer back to keep the harmony

I should follow all the rules, she said

I should be what she says I should be,

   so people would accept and not laugh at me. 

I feel so tired of keeping the act

of being the perfect person who never slack.

I forgot a detail, she'll get mad

I did not do that, she'll say I am dumb.

I guess, for her, I'll never be enough.