I try so hard, to make things better,
Differences and choices, torn by the letter,
I make my own path, and I pave it well,
Even though I'm misguided, I'm sure you can tell,
A crossroads that develops into a puzzle,
As if my life is eclipsed by a muzzle,
A pressure, a focus, something not clear,
The driving need, to accomplish what I fear,
It's not so easy, to achieve what you want,
Consequences, and voices that taunt,
Sometimes I think, why should I bother,
I know I'm not perfect, I hope that's ok with you father
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