All I want is for you to be impressed
But all I get is a “good job” and depressed
I try so hard at everything I do
And all this work is just to show you
That I can be successful with my right brain being creative
Though I understand you only see this as being unproductive
You want the best for me, but why does the best have to be engineering or business
Why must art and writing only be seen as a hobby because to you it’s meaningless?
Oh please give me a guided handbook to be more like you
Matter of fact make me out of clay and mold me on what to do
If it were up to you, you would do that anyway
Maybe even put me in a case to be on display
Because I’m perfect, as long as the left brain is always in control
Shoving down the right when it’s on a midnight stroll
Academic awards are what you find fun
But even then it’s the same “well done”
I’m sorry you’re unable to make a clone out of me
But that doesn’t mean you must always disagree
It’s not exactly my fault creative instincts are coursing through my veins
But at least some creativity can help me numb the pain
I try to be perfect in everything I set my mind to
Only you have certain interests you want me to pursue
So alright, okay, I’ll take a crack at space, science, business, or coding
Forget all my “hobbies” and hope my brain doesn’t start imploding
But no worries, as long as you’re happy, I’m fine
I’m sure one day I’ll turn out as the next Einstein
I’ll go through my life as an universal genius being wowed
It’s worth it in the end if you finally say that you’re proud