You tell me that I am anorexic,
Yet you never bother to find out whether I have time to eat at all.

You tell me to sleep at eleven everyday,
Yet you go out for dinner till ten on a day when school ends at six, leaving me with only an hour to complete my work.

You expect academic excellence,
Yet you demand aesthetic excellence too.

You ask me if I'm stressed out,
Yet you never do anything to help when I say yes.

You'll never understand how tired I am,
Until the day I collapse.

Well, life is full of ironies, isn't it?