Worthless
That's what I feel
Every time I get a low score
A 90
An 80
I have failed
Again and again
The worry begins to grow
The pressure builds up in ticks
And it never ceases to slow
Each step forward
A stone added to the pile
They say pressure makes diamonds
But they never say the other conditions
The perfect conditions needed
To create
The perfect diamond
I am not that diamond
I will never be
But that is what they say
And an Indian Girl
I need to achieve perfection
In the eyes of my elders
Perfection
The race for the top
Need to go to college
Need to have perfect grades
Need to be good at math
Need to be good in everything
On the first try
But I am the equivalent of
Coal
In the eyes of my mother
Not yet a diamond
That she will make
Not yet the diamond
She created.
YOU ARE READING
Brain Dumps
PoetryPLEASE DO NOT STEAL MY WORK!!! I don't know why I'm doing this. I want the world to see what I can do I guess. This is a look into how I think and function. Welcome to my brain. I hope there are people out there who can relate to this.
