She skipped and smiled

Coming back from school

Holding her exam papers

Her enjoyment could pool

Pool around her ankles,

Right till her head

Excited to show her mom

The perfect score she met

It was her mother’s expectation that were too high

So over the span of years

She would always stand to thrive,

Trying to get ahold of those tiny drops of joy and proud even if they were mere

So you could guess that those perfect marks would bring her mom joy

But it was then the little kid’s heart was broken

Not from a boy

But it was her mother’s disappointment that stabbed the wound that was itching and pokin’

Pokin’ for the joy of making mother proud

But her disappointment and anger were loud

After that all the little kid saw was just a dark cloud…

Of nothing of proudness and joy

A moment where the little kid cried all day

Wondering if her life is just a game

Wondering if she could return that “game”

Where she would never win

Her head always will spin

Return it to the heavens

Where her mom wouldn’t need to see her disappointment child again…