The past few days have helped me wake up
To the reality that I am not who I was.
I've only worsened, never endorsed
The thought that I could be replaced.
English class, which was once my favorite
Only makes me feel inferior.
There are people better, people greater,
And I have to accept that I'm way littler.
I'm so petty, my fluency is mediocre,
In essays, I feel like a poser.
My vocabulary is shallow, compared to the rest,
My tendency to overachieve puts my mind to the test.
Yet, this test that I've created
To overcome the general crowd,
Only makes me feel unappreciated,
Like I've fallen through a cloud;
Plummeting to the ground,
Thinking, blinking, hoping to drown,
My only intention is to let myself frown.
I used to be exceptional at writing,
Now I can't even correlate
To the ones around me.
I can't keep up with my thousands of great replacements.
