Do my struggles really mean nothing?
It's all imagined in my brain?
After all, you say I'm not an adult,
I haven't reached the daily strain
From the real world. The real world.
What I experience is mundane.
I don't work a job, do taxes,
Or have a family to maintain.
Me? I just force myself to have
The image you want me to obtain.
Grades, scholarships, Ivy Leagues,
I shouldn't complain.
I just push myself to my limits
Each day until I'm going insane.
Insanity. That's what this is.
I force myself to over train,
To surpass every humanly limit,
I hope this isn't "real world" domain.
But isn't it? Isn't this what life has become?
Just for some extra material gain.

You say I haven't reached the real world,
When will you welcome me to it?
When does life stretch its arms wide
And pull me from this nightmarish skit?
Am I not living a "real" life?
I'm not real enough for you to admit.
Because doing so would acknowledge
What I'm going through, at least a little bit.