For the first few years of school, you try as hard as you can
You soon gain a reputation, an expectation, a demand
You travel through the grades, passing nearly every test
You begin to feel it pushing you, it never takes a rest
The reputation that you’ve gained, is pushing on your mind
You have to work really hard, no messing up this time
You feel yourself go red, when a mistake has been made
Though they try to hide the shock, you just feel plain ashamed
Everyone expects perfect things to always come from you
They think your Miss Perfection, and there’s nothing you can’t do
But in your heart you know, you’re just like anybody else
But you don’t want to let them down, so you keep it to yourself
Some people even wish that they got grades just like me
There’s much more to my academic life, then only what they see
Not many know what it’s like, to have perfection pushed upon you
It sometimes takes control, causes embarrassment when you’re wrong too
So let me tell you something, if you’ll please listen to me
We people are just people; we still make mistakes you see?