Written by: Cheyenne Kay

I do my best but
It's still not good 
enough for them.
They compare me to 
something Im not nor
Will ever be.
They may be adults,
but they shall not
be better than me.
They yell and scream
and I flee.
This presure they put 
on me hurts.
It's a burden 
of pain.
I want to leave, 
I want to flee.
To a place where peace
is always near,
And love is never
To far off.
With womenm, children,
And men laughing.
Where love is home
and home is soul,
And soul shall be home.