She was an intelligent girl, She enjoyed learning new things, So you wanted her to excel in studies, Stating that this would result in her good being.

She toiled hard to be the best, As you were never satisfied by her grades, You replaced her toys, drawings And novels with heavy books, Chasing the joy of her childhood days.

She grew up as a bookworm, Who studied all day long, So everyone expected her to be smart, And her answers to be never wrong.

Soon she was exhausted, Hiding behind her Perfect Student mask, and her grades started to deplete, Her health was ailing, But her poor academic performance Is what you could see.

She was stressed about your expectations, And that she couldn't be the best again, But you failed to realise That the A+ in her marksheet, Couldn't heal her slit vein.