Trying

Maybe I am trying to hard.

I mean,

I can't exactly help it.

There is just some urge inside me,

telling me to go on

and on

and on

and on

and on

and on.

My teachers are always telling us

to try harder.

I think my parents are also.

Everyone keeps telling me to

try harder.

But,

can't they see?

I AM trying.

I can't help it that I

am not perfect.

Life is just hard,

and I am trying to live it.

Trying.

I can keep trying,

but how can someone

tell me I am unsuccessful?

How?

I mean,

I am trying

and I am happy with my results.

But,

apparently,

others aren't.

Can't they just accept what

I've given?

I am trying.

Just,

please,

have some patience?

I want to be a kid,

not an adult.

I am only 14.

Yeah, I may be mature.

Yeah, I may act like an adult sometimes.

But I am only a kid.

Isn't being a 14 year old girl hard enough?

I am trying to behave.
I am trying to do good.
I am trying to do my best.
I am trying.

But,

can't I have a chance to

act like a foolish child sometimes?

I don't want to try it;
I want to.

Trying can be hard.

Trying.

Sorry,

but....

nevermind.

I will just continue to try...

and try....

and try.....

and try.....

and try again

until I am successful,
until I am proud,
until I am accepted.

Yeah,

but that will be years from now.

Just, please,

let me try to be a kid?