Is to struggle with pressure
To rise meet the expectations of others
A burden I created
By being the best I can be
To fulfill my household duty
Doing chores, lending a hand, just being there
Helping, with nothing to make it worth my while
To be god, as a sister
Just the right mix of naughty and nice
Guiding but still letting the lesson be learned
To act as a high-ranking martial arts student should
The epitome of the art, perfection
Every move scrutinized, every word judged
To finish all the inane tasks
Random letters to unknown relatives
What’s the point? I never met them
To secure my future, an Ivy League school
Ace my classes, AP and honors
Sat Prep to beat the test
Sometimes I wish
I wasn’t me
