I must do this
and they'll all be proud
but pride I'll no longer know.
I am pushed to be sculpt.
But I resist so I can grow.
What's best is obvious,
but I don't want it.
I struggle to please,
me, them, you
It all comes down to what?
In the end,
it's myself I must live with.
Regret, there is alway regret.

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