A Perfect Porcelain Doll

Every day I would try to make my parents proud,
But it was never enough,
I would push myself too much and try to meet their expectations,
The lack of sleep would take a toll, and my grades would suffer,
Yet I still tried.

I began to feel trapped into playing the part they wanted me to,
Feeling like I had to be a perfect porcelain doll for them,
I became someone I didn't know,
My reflection looking more and more foreign to me.

It began to make me feel like I was never good enough,
That I would never be a good enough person,
Nor a good enough parent,
My parents made my standers for myself to much,
And as such nothing was ever good enough for me.

While I'm still learning to live freely and not meet such high expectations,
I still live in fear of becoming the Porcelain Doll I once was.