You made sure there was nothing I could've gotten away with

Not a fight nor a lover 

not a C nor a grade lower

No spiteful tweet no angry scribbles 

"wipe those tears away, you're not the victim"

Contained the rage in bottle and drank from it as it overflowed

Your eyes had the pride as if you've never known humility

whenever I was in the spotlight 

to receive awards to act a part to sing a solo

Kept my achievements up in the hallway

as if those frames held up the walls in your house

and not the other way around

You asked me if I was sure with the classes I signed up for

I didn't want to be a doctor a lawyer an engineer a chef

You know I'm sorry I can't cook a dish

seasoned with your desires and served up with your goals

and I never can fill your stomach 

with the satisfaction of being exactly the right flavor for you.