Stupid, loser, dumb
Unqualified, failed, un accepted
We use those words so much
We're so harsh on ourselves
We're the ones holding our head
Dying in the pressure and stress
While society is winning
It always had
It's the cause
And we're the effect
The cause of our internal war
The effect: a war against ourselves
When nothing is just good enough to us
To everyone around us.
We're nothing.
We become nothing
No name
No title
Just plain out nothing.
We're another living organism trying to make a name for ourselves
Another person in a sea of faces
We're trying to live up to the expectations of everyone around us
We're differentiating what's real and what's not
We're trapped in a prison called never ending
The stress
The pressure
The unjust
The piles of paper to be filled
The headaches
The tests that kill our brains
The "hit your head on the table"s
And it's hard.
Ani,
It's not hard...
It's outrageous.
-Ji
What am I even doing anymore?
YOU ARE READING
serendipity 一 poems
Poesíashort poems by a teenage girl who changes her style multiple times throughout this book. 11/13/15 - #34
