Pressure

Do this, do that I walk these halls wondering what will become of me Who am I and what was I meant for My peers look up to me, but say horrible things Put me on the outside of the so-called circle I fear that what I do may not be good enough With the pressures of becoming who I want to be and where I want to go The feeling within when being judged for mistakes I am only human Success is key but the key is within me With no one to trust Where do I go How will I find it How do I get it Dreading the day I receive that letter Only time will tell.