Reviewing my notes,
The night before a test
Checking my grades,
Each week a new best
The teacher\'s regards,
though that\'s not what I need
I need you to praise me
For expectations I\'ll exceed
I hand you my paper
An A+ written in red
There\'s a frown on your face, though.
My gut feels like lead
Am I not good enough?
Am I not worth your praise?
I\'ll be better, I swear.
I\'ll work days upon days.
Please, I\'ll study more,
I\'ll be more impressive.
This desire for praise is becoming obsessive.