Standing With Me

You yell at me,

I get it

You’re my mom, but it’s my grades

I’m trying hard, I’m not forgetting

I just need room to find my way

You see the numbers,

not the pressure

You see the score,

not how I feel

I know you want my life to be better

But sometimes

I need you to be still

And I know you

went through it too

You had your battles,

you had your days

But I’m not you,

and I’m still growing

I’m finding my own way

I don’t need another lecture

I don’t need you raising your voice

I just need you standing with me

While I’m learning how to make my choice (how to make my

choice)

I’ll keep trying, I promise

Even when I fall

behind

Just don’t make me feel like failure

When I’m already fighting in my mind

(fighting in my mind)