• They wish I was perfect,
    they wish I was a star.
    They want somebody else,
    they say, "I don't like who you are."

    I try to be perfect,
    but it gets so hard.
    And nobody can help me,
    erase all my scars.

    They want perfect grades,
    and for me to be outgoing.
    But how can I do that,
    when they don't want me showing?

    They compare me to him,
    my perfect little sibling.
    He's so perfect,
    the smartest boy living.

    Pretty soon I will crack,
    under the steaming pressure.
    For all the want,
    is for me to be better.