Poem 11: 'Certificate'

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You sit during graduation as you view the celebration
A certificate lays in your fellow students hands as they take their seats.
"(Dead Name.)!"
They call as you then stand up
Heart thudding with anticipation,
Finally you'd get the comfort you need
Finally you'd make them proud
Finally you receive the certificate....

You then walk back to your seat as you stare at the certificate...
Nothing but a participation trophy but in paper and a lousy excuse for an award.

As the other students go one by one, you feel eyes around you.
Judging you but two in particular are the ones you wanted to make proud....

What you prayed for was smiles on their faces as they'd finally finally tell you that they're proud.
But... We know that'll never happen...
Not with this certificate as your award.

~Fin~

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