I feel like a betrayer.
Set me aside and you said the things that made no sense.
"What's wrong, you do have a problem don't you?" you insist.
I had my head in my hands.
What problematic story could I create to have you off my back?
So I said this and that and cried.
I felt like I had betrayed my parents, betrayed my friends.
Thanks to all the lies I muttered under that pressure.
I cried with my head in my hands.
Thinking that if I were to a better student, with eager eyes in your class
I'd only be pretending.
I'd only be lying to be someone I'm not.
I felt like I had betrayed myself.
...
And I wonder what if I had continued my fight?
"Who are you to me that I should tell you?
Why should I tell you?
How does that affect you?"
Did my words hurt your pride?
Was that why you insisted on my confessing of the problems I 'hide'?
But then, what would you have done?
Send me to the principal for being rude?
I feared that.
For my parents held me in high regard and held so much hope in me.
...
Perhaps then, I should learn to lie better.
Such a stupid liar.
Me.