Validation
That's something I seek with a simple number
I look at a paper there sits a 95
Most would say that's perfect
But for me it's not
It doesn't make me feel happy
It doesn't make me feel wanted
Like it used to
A 95 slowly had become the thing that calls me a failure
So, I stare at it
And remember that there will always be someone better
Someone who is more wanted
More worthy
These numbers had become my worst enemy
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Poems.
PoetryI'm bored and sad so I will now write poems. yes i love The garden of words.
