Wish Poem by The not so Golden child

another night
another migraine
i just want to run
people seem to come out of nowhere
i dont know what they expect from me
im doing all that i can
but they ask for more
i wish i could tell them this
but i cant let them down.
why do i do this to myself?
i can not stand the strain
of people needing me to perform
i wish they could see
there is more than one side of me
and the sides they can not see
are dying.
i wish they could see
what's inside of me.