The struggle of expectations

 You think you understand me?

I can hear you speak you see...

you go on about my perfect life

I just let you believe your right 

But the truth is you have no idea about my hidden stress.

because you are too concerned about the way I dress 

if you could see my heart you would see 

the kind of person I could be

all the whispers and the pointing 

I can't help but get that feeling 

The one that makes me wonder if it's worth it 

the heaviness of these feelings makes me worried

Even after all my efforts, I still have many imperfections

you've set all these high expectations 

you only see the careless looks I show 

So you automatically know me? No! I don't think so 

You see my clothes give me dirty looks and stares 

never taking time to show care. 

Little do you know these things cause fears

Fears that you may never hear.

Because they are hidden in last night's tears