The Weight

Mummy, my bag has so much weight

It's not like, I don't want to be great

It's just, my shoulders hurt so bad

I hate school sometimes but please don't tell dad

There are so many subjects and so many books

School is not as easy as it looks

Long day of hard work makes my mind so tired

And when I come home then the homework is required

Wish I could get some more time to play

Classroom and homework take my whole day

I want to enjoy the sun, stones, mud and rain

For only moments, wish I could get rid of this mental strain

Mummy, in my class there are many girls and guys

Who are far more intelligent, skillful and wise

I study hard both day and night

But still, they get ahead, whatever I write

I swear, I always try to do my best

But don't know why I never top the test

I know you want me to do better than the rest

The exam goes great but results hurt my chest

I don't know why you compare me with the others

There are also less scoring sisters and brothers

But I don't want to care about the better or the worse

Because this stress is hurting me like a curse

I really want to make you both proud

And prove that I am not just one in the crowd

But I am also so much suffocated and scared

I get terrified whenever the result is declared

I wish your expectations bar was little low

So that mummy, I could just go with the flow

Wish, I had a little less of this weight

So that I could be my type of great