Please believe me,Mom

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Mom, I sit alone with my books. 

The clock ticks slowly as night falls. 

The words on the pages start to blur,

and the silence feels loud. 

I want to make you proud.


I read, I write, and I memorize. 

Yet, I see your questions in my mind. 

When my grades aren't good enough, 

I see your disappointment. 

It hurts me to see your face.


You ask why I didn’t succeed. 

You wonder what went wrong. 

I have no answers, 

just tears that come from trying hard and being scared.


It's not because I don't care. 

I try my best every day. Sometimes, 

it just feels like my heart is breaking. 

I give my all, but it feels like it's not enough.


I wish you could feel the pressure I carry. 

I spend long nights worrying in silence. 

I want to grow and be the child you dream of.


Please believe me when I say I am doing my best

I am not a failure or a fraud. 

I’m just a person who has some flaws.


If my grades aren’t great today, 

please don’t stop loving me. 

I really need your trust and support right now.

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