As a child, I was always told I was very understanding. But far more outstanding. I never put much thought into that Until I realized how quick that seemed to pass. My childhood was pretty rough. I never felt as if I had done enough. However, I remained pretty tough. No matter how much it hurt within. I kept going . The academic achiever in me would not bail. I could not stand to see myself fail. My success would prevail. I was never pressured in school. That must've been my own silly rule. It was as if everything I did was a battle. My feelings began to rattle. My heart was like broken glass. One smash, and it would all go crash! Every night, I would cry. I was just wishing this rush of pressure would die. Till this day I seem to realise. I like to distract myself from what goes on inside. I could no longer be bothered to pretend . This would be the very end.