Don't Talk to me about Pressure

I don't want to do this
But I do, so much.
No, I think you want me to do this
I think you want me to succeed
And I don't want to disappoint.
Not that there isn't an element of ambition,
I'll grant you it would be nice
To walk up to school in the August heat,
Rip open that brown envelope and see,
Goodness me, what the last thirteen years
Have all been leading up to.
But is it really necessary?
I know I know, it's complicated
It's my future
It's my life
My one chance
But that's the shit, right?
Its mine not yours and if I get (shock horror)
An unperfect grade
Don't fucking suck your teeth and ask so slowly
"What went wrong?" Coz you read in the papers
That exams are getting easier,
Not like when you did them, right?
I'm just one more weopen in your arsenal, right?
One more pip on your shoulder, right?
You don't know what I'm saying, do you?

By Hopeful.


This is for anyone who has ever felt the pressure to succeed taking over every aspest of their lives. Mates, I know how you feel. xx