Perfect

Where did these high standards come from?
They're engulfing me, surrounding me
Such high standards
How can anyone ever live up to them?
I have to
That's what's expected of me
I don't know how
I don't know where that came from
Maybe it's the examples that have been set before me
They were wonderful
Terrific
Off the charts
Maybe it's because I've done so well my entire life
My parents have felt I can handle more
Lots more
But when is too much?
Do they know?
I think not, since they kept pressuring me to do my best
I can make the grades
I know I can
I can be a great person and keep my grades up and change the world
All at the same time
It can be done
Oh, who am I kidding?
I know it can't be done, but I can't tell my parents
They are living in this make-believe world
In denial
From what's actually true, from what's actually real
They believe their ways are right and don't care to hear my views
They may be important, but they can't be heard
So I have to keep pushing, keep on trying
Because I can't stop until I'm the best
Until I'm perfect