Burn Blue Poem by Risham Parmar

Winning is your responsibility. Something you're supposed to do,
Like a candle flame is supposed to burn blue
And this expectation just sticks to you,
Pushes you to the edge, don't know what to do.
I'm trying so hard to get everything in place
But my brain right now is just empty space.
I'll be great at everything,
that's what they expect.
But the effect it has on me
Why don't they ever get?
It's added pressure; the responsibility to do well
Why can they never ever tell
what it does to me; you know it's true
Like you expect a candle flame
To burn bright blue