Band Geek---Dramatic Monologue

I am their only child-
Their poster son, the shining star
Every red "A" scratched across my schoolwork
Every perfect note that escapes my saxophone
My band solo, my 4.0-
all for their approval.
But the pressure to uphold this reputation,
No one seems to realize
That even a bright Ferrari will rust.
Sometimes I wish I could be you,
Little robin.
At any moment, you could
Leap from that stiff oak limb
And cut through the air,
Gliding on your freedom.
But I can not.
This truth weighs down my heavy body
I can't escape from this routine.
Every morning I wake up another day older
And live one more photocopied day.
The edges blur together in this cycle
Of stretching for perfection-
The light at the end of the tunnel-
But knowing that it is untouchable.
Look at me, little robin
I'm suffocating under this pressure,
Trapped in this routine life.
And I've been reduced to this anger,
This concentrated ball of hate
Pitted in my stomach.
Look at me, little robin
Look at these empty eyes
Look at these scars that etch their
"Poster Child".
I want to stop-
But these jagged scars are my only release
My only way to control my own life.
Look at me, little robin.
Look at me.