I wasn't the best student, but i strived.

Working hard each day to reach that top, glamorous seat I look upon from below

The goal was simple, I didn't care about how much sleepless night I had to ride 

Yes, it took me years to build but I did achieve that glow.

But sitting on the chair I once looked upon isn't that much appealing anymore becuse  I have to stride not to slide.

The fear of failing those who now look upon me is what I feel the most.

And the simple drive to excel is getting drowned by thousands of expectations and my mind feels like it's been trapped by its host.

“She's a genius”

“She can't fail…”

I suddenly don't have the right to think the question is strenuous!!!

And anything outside study, I'll suddenly be seen as frail.

A helpless character that suddeny only has her pen as a weapon.