Don’t let me give up.

I know I’ll get frustrated.

I know I’ll fight back.

But at the end of the day,

I’m glad you pushed me.

I’m sorry, I really am.

I don’t have drive sometimes,

And that’s why I need you.

Only after I succeed do I understand the countless speeches about reaching my “true potential”.

I understand it, then I forget.

I’ll fight back, I’ll want you to let me give up.

Ignore me, which you have become so good at.

Don’t let me give up.