The Real Me

Dreams and hopes

Riding upon my shoulders

Stress of perfection

Feeding all my fears

My dreams are great

Big perfect futures

Of engineering tomorrow

And maybe just maybe

A chance that I'll make it

The harshest criticism

Unable to compare

Simply my own

This burden I bear

I try as I might

To succeed where they fall

And grasp at the end

Yet fail to prevail

I am a poor soul

Doomed to work hard

Only to what reward

Am I given

For my efforts

The real me

You ask for my truth

Here is my story

Of time honored youth

For I criticise my masterpiece

And shred my life's work

I never am content

With what I have done

A typical student

No different from the rest

Yet there is a pain

That wells deep in my chest

For I can not be

Second to best