How does it feel?

How does it feel to be sheer as glass,
And poisonous like gas?
How does it feel to be so expensive like a diamond?
And be so forgein like a burden?

How does it feel to be smart,
Yet so dumb?
How doesit feel to be imperfect,
And so much perfect?

How does it feel to be watched as a talented kid,
But in the eyes of ur family so mid?

If you don’t know the answer ask me,
Because my whole life no one would let me be.
Never been in the center of the attention.
But expected to be a perfection.