If they paid attention
Holding my breath.
Is this life or death?
The professor smirks and hands out the test
Does he understand this is theft?
Stealing my time as a child now,
Working so hard to make others proud
This is it, where my life begins
In the end I can only hope my face will grin
Countless hours, with the pen in my hand
Trained to make lines and illusions, all so grand
With each passing minute, I wish for the past
Why did I choose to grow up so fast?
Always wishing for the newest responsibility
As my classmates longed for the newest festivity
Where did it go? All that time as a child?
Eighteen years of play, why does it seem so mild?
Perfection engulfs my every action
Holds me to standards, an endless contraption
Jealousy fumes from their ugly faces
Angry at me for how their project places
“Why work so hard?” They all sneer
Maybe if they paid attention, it would be more clear
After one success, “Another!” they continuously cry
Why is it on me they rely?
No second chances, one is all you get
One mess up sets up a life for regret
“Mind your p’s and q’s!”
“Pay attention to every cue!”
Maybe if they paid attention, it would be more clear
But then again, this way, they do not interfere
With my dedication
Determination
Toleration
Frustration
Breathe. Now the semester is almost to an end
But then, you will need to prove yourself again
To the professor, classmates, and yourself alike
Do they see this mess? This cycle of life?
Maybe if they paid attention, it would be more clear
All this is, a political sphere
Who can succeed the demands provided?
So many it leaves desperately divided
Last four years of childhood
Or the Beginning of adulthood?
This. Is. war.
And then I pass one last escape door
I have decided. May my life begin.
All this work must pay off in the end.