My Parents Wan't Me to Be Perfect
Hi, I'm Ife. At my house, A's are the only option. A B means no tablet. A C? No friends, no fun.

My parents say it's love. But it feels like I'm never enough.

School Stress
I get nervous in class. Once, I messed up reading aloud and everyone stared.

Math is tough. I try hard but still get confused. Bad grades make me feel like a failure.

At lunch, I draw alone. It's the one thing that makes me happy.

My Hidden Escape
Drawing is my peace. I build worlds where I'm not scared. I feel safe and protected there.

Then I got a C in science. Mum took my sketchbook. "It's useless," she said.

Small Wins, Big Fears
I joined a study group and stayed after school. I even spoke up in class.

Once, I read a poem out loud. My hands shook, but I did it. People clapped. I felt proud. I'd faced one of my fears! It's a big accomplishment ( well, for me ).

Never Enough
Even with 92%, my dad says, "Where's the other 8%?"

Weekends are just chores and more studying. I wish I could rest like other kids. While they're resting, I'm cleaning and cramming.

Quiet Strength
I got a D once. My phone was taken away.

But I didn't give up. I kept trying. I still drew—just in secret. I used scrap paper from old notebooks and hid them.
One night, I drew a girl . She was called Courage. She looked like me, only stronger. When I feel small, I look at her and remember what I'm made of.

Me, Growing
Now I help others. I speak more.

At graduation, I gave a speech about fear and hope.

My parents smiled. I think they saw me.

I'm Ife. I'm not perfect. But I'm still here. Still enough.

I am Ife