I am nothing
Just a bag of bones
Propelled into motion by the endless flurry of expectations and praise.

This mouth speaks.
These fist clench.
These legs buckle under the weight of it all.
But inside this shell is
Nothing.
No warmth.  No cold.
No weakness.  No strength. 
Nothing.

Just a bag of bones on her knees pleading for permission to close her eyes and say

Goodnight