Great Expectations
I was born normal.
I don't know why they chose me.
The pressure built up through the years.
My expectations higher than the rest.
Why do I have to be better?
I don't even have confidence in myself,
why do they?
When I think like that and start not to care,
that is when they are upset.
But still they don't lose hope.
They know the fight is in me somewhere.
Then I realize this is a good thing.
I should strive to succeed.
I am better and can be the best.
I will not let them down.
They chose the right person,
and that is me.
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