Missing Out

You shout at me, 

I take it in,

I pretend that it's nothing,

until lately,

tears roll down, 

cause I can't stand staying strong anymore.

You tell me to do this and that,

that just because I'm good at school doesn't mean anything.

You don't know the pain I am in. 

I do good in school because of you, 

I want to give you the best in the future. 

I do good in school, 

to prove people who don't believe in me wrong. 

I do good in school so I won't let you down. 

Now you come to me saying that it doesn't matter?

Have you really spent time with me these past years?

As of what I know, 

you spend time with your laptop more than me,

how do you know how I feel as of right now?

I feel disappointed that you're missing out on me growing up.