Too much to handle, I want my horse...

Climbing higher and higher,
always being knocked down.

Going to bed at twelve,
up at dawn.

Always hearing you've got to pull one for the team,
help me, or you can do better.

Holding down troubled friends, a searing volleyball team,
parents forcing straight A's in school(nothing lower with out punishment),
church, and emotional and physical exaustion.

Perfection is what they want from me,
damn it, I'm through.

I'm done, I'm done, I'm done!

This is enough,
I don't always have the answers,
I'm not a golden god.

Stop it, stop it, stop it!

I'm tired of this,
it's my own personal hell.

Yes, I do love my friends, but everyone stop asking me questions I can't answer.
It makes me feel even more insecure.

Yes, I love the volleyball team,
Volleyball is my life, and I love all 15 of you dearly,
but I can only scream and help so much,
I'm really no good at all.

And yes, I have to admit,
I love my parents too,
but stop expecting perfection,
I can't do it, I can't take it.

I'm slowly cracking,
Soon I'll be packing...

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry....

Guys I can't keep this up,
I'm not good enough at or for anything,
I can't even manage a good poem to express my feelings...

Forget it, forget it, forget it all!

I'm about to break into the fragile little girl I really am.

I want my Daddy,
I want my sweet, unknowing, nieve(sp?), little brother,
I want my grandparents...

Fuck it!
This is so wrong....

I want my horse!!!!!!!!