Know Me
I am trying and trying,
Buried in books,
Choked by flashcards,
I am trying to appease you.
But you are nothing more
Than a hungry beast,
Asking and demanding more,
There is always more than you want from me.
And sometimes, I want to explode into
A million pieces,
Because you are not listening,
You believe you know best for me,
But do you even know me?
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