I Need Your Help

You tell me I’ll be great. You tell me I will fail. I fight to become first rate, And I am hanging off the rail. Well which is it? You must surely decide; For my candle’s already lit And my moral’s been cast aside. I rely on you for strength And yet my strength it greatly varies; There’s days where my vision’s taint, And days where mountains I carry. How can you say I’m wrong? I do what I am told; I work so hard and long Knowing my being will surely fold. You say it’s not good for me As you reveal the weight I bare; And though your words will make me be Mother, I am rather scared.