The Pressure To Be Perfect


A leaf was taught to grow as a star
Same as the other leaves of a tree
Aiming that goal is quite near but far
Because it’s like being trap, not free

Lives life for some certain restrictions
Though at times it is for the success
To believe in all motivations
Because the leaf surely be blessed

Be perfect, is their expectation
Yet for me I don’t see any bling
I’m stress to meet their expectation
Do I deserve this kind of living?

At the end of the day I just think
Am I really good for all of these?
I’ll just wait for all of these to sink
And for sure I will just wait and see.