I can’t be the perfect employee, the perfect daughter and the perfect 24-hour emergency friend.

I can’t be the perfect student, the perfect new friend or at this point,
even the perfect me.

I can’t do any of this anymore.
I move in less than two weeks, and my bedroom is still a mess.
I have nothing packed and I work so much that I can’t even go to my own school Orientation week.
In fact,
as of right now,
I’m not even going to my mandatory academic orientation.

I tried to be Supergirl,
but I’m not,

and everyone’s too busy being proud of me, or dependant on me
to even notice that anything’s wrong.

I’m eighteen years old,
when do I get to enjoy the fact I’m living?