DISAPPOINTED

There's this pressure.

It's just there. There are people all around her. She's looking around for someone who might just understand that she's mediocre. Her marks have started showing it. But they won't accept it. Ever. All she wants is for someone to come, hold her hand, hug her and tell her that it's fine if she doesn't do well. That it's not that important. But she's built up the atmosphere that she's in. She likes it when people say she's intelligent. Only, she can't live up to it anymore.

She's struggling. But they're pushing her forward. "You can do it", they keep saying. "You can"

But she can't. She's not that smart. Why do people think that way? Then there are people who are doing the same thing and are so good at it, that she's pushed to the background.

She's trying. She's trying really hard. But it's too high up and they think she can jump higher. They think she's not trying as hard as she can. But she is. She knows that. And it's hard to see that they don't appreciate her, just because she can't do it.

But it's difficult. She's trying to cope up, but she's slipping away. She's trying, but there is sweat on her hands. She wants to hold on to it, she wants her moment, but the outcome is not what she desires.

People want to know if she is putting in her best efforts. They say no. She can do better.

She's trying but nothing is coming out of it. And then she falls. Falls all the way down. She's screaming, yelling for help, but they're just standing there, shaking their heads.

"You didn't do it", they say. "You disappointed us."