I'll Figure it Out

Here I am to struggle again
And feel the constant pressure,
Put on me by people
Who don’t truly know me. Or know
The truth of me, with clouded
Perception they see what they want.
Judging and pushing hard against
My own goals and wishes. I feel no love.
Only pressure and a drive
To give up since being good enough
Never seems to be
An option that I am given.
Tell me this, lovely.
What would you have me do,
Even if you say you’re granting me the
Honor of having options before me.
Though just delusions,
You seek an answer that I cannot give.
Because I do not know.
Sit down and stay out of it.
I can work through this nonsense.
I will figure it out, okay?
Your input is not needed.