We are not dead yet(poetry): Plot twist and other magic tricks

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And if I never write

What will become of me?

Insults of grammatical errors slither through my neck.

Barely keeping me from standing tall

"You do not grow at age 21."

"You are inconsistent with your dreams,"

"Mistakes are choices, haven't you thought about it?"

"You keep shutting yourself from the world.

Face here, kid, face me, this

This is reality."

And If I stop reading

What will become of me?

With my back turned,

A mockery on progress

Was the next silent killer

A hardworking student who keep carrying this hard length bounds but

I'm a freak behind the curtains,

And when spotlight loses its subject

Everything comes and becomes a joke

And If I was a joke,

Then what will become of you?