You push me

to be

someone you see

me being.

You want your dreams

to be my dreams.

You want me to be perfect.

But I'm not.

In my head, I scream.

I'm tired.

Of it all.

I just want to give up.

On life, on the future.

I'm done, I'm drowning.

What can I do

to make you see

that I just want to be me?

I try, so very hard

to fit your mold.

But how can I ever

live up to your standards?

All I want

is to take a deep breath.

Fresh air

to fill my lungs.

To be myself,

to be heard.