¨Pressure¨
Being a teen here sucks.
I know first hand.
You’re doing school
and clubs
and sports
and you run off minimal sleep.
You spend your nights
bent over your books.
Your days, hunched over a desk
or training until your feet are bleeding.
Sometimes I just can’t do it.
I can’t always try to be that perfect person
the person everyone in this town
is striving to be
because they don’t exist.
Yet we still expend
our blood, sweat, and tears
because thats the only way in this town.
Friends and Family,
Perfect.
Being the best is
the only way.
If I am not the best,
than what am I?
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