"Perfect"
If you think I am perfect and have absolutely no problems, you are wrong. If you draw a conclusion from me being happy at school that I am always happy, you are even more wrong. I always try my best at everything, but it gets hard. At home, I am battling with how lazy I am and how I shouldn’t procrastinate on reading a huge book that I worked very hard on. At school, I keep up appearances, because how dare someone see you sad? I work hard for my grades and classes, and don’t you even think that it comes to me naturally and I get assignments done 3 weeks before the due date. I am human, like everyone else. I make choices that I am not proud of, but I still keep on going and try harder. I am having a hard time with the end of the school year and getting everything done, but why should I have a mental breakdown? Apparently, I am the smartest person in the school who is perfect. Perfect is, I quote, having all the required or desirable elements, qualities, or characteristics; as good as it is possible to be, and I am far from it. Teachers see me and compliment me on how happy I am. Inside, I am breaking because of what everyone else thinks and assignments that I need to work on. Sure, I sometimes put that on the back burner, but when I get home, it all comes rushing back. It never leaves, and the thought remains that I have to be “perfect”.