I am a student: submissive to my classes.
I am a worker: always trying to be the best.
I am a suck-up: forever bending, and kissing asses.
I feel like my life is nothing but an endless test.
I am insubordinate, but only in spirit.
I am compassionate, with love burning strong.
I am who I am, but few care to hear it.
My peers make me feel like I'm always wrong.
I stop myself from speaking what's truly on my mind.
I cover my body, so no one will judge.
I listen for insults, as this generation is rarely kind.
I tell myself to be stubborn, and try not to budge.
But I only watch shows my parents approve of.
I work my hardest to earn what others freely take.
I sing for my God, who I'm told is above;
If I don't, I'm told my eternal life is at stake.
I cry in my room for people who are in pain.
I yell at others so that I won't seem weak.
I've made sure my record doesn't have any stains,
But still I cannot gain the independance I seek.
I laugh so that others will think they are funny.
I listen so I can recite things when needed.
I work so that I can earn my own money
I will graduate so others can say I've succeeded.
I make sure that everyone likes what I've showed.
I let people tell me who I should be,
Yet the one time I'm angered, and finally explode,
They all will say that it's "All about Me."