My mom used to be proud of me because I got A's and B's. She was proud because I could do things right. I wouldn't fail.
But now my mom is mad.
She's mad at me because I can't get above a C in my classes.
She's mad cause I can't do math like other kids. She's mad that it takes me longer to understand things. She's mad cause I can't be a good daughter. She's mad that I'm stupid. She's mad I'm a failure.
It makes me sad
That I can't be a good daughter for her.
It makes me sad I can't get an A in my class
It makes me sad because I want to understand things and I
T R Y.
But I
C A N T.
It makes me sad because I know I'm stupid.
It makes me sad because other kids understand things but I
D O N T.
It makes me so sad to the point that I'm depressed.
It makes me sad because it shows just another reason why I'm a
F A I L U R E.
That's one thing I understand.
I
T R Y
I really do.
I
C A N T
I
F A I L
one thing I know for sure I'll never be what I want to be.
one thing I know I'll forever be deemed 'to quiet'
'Freakish'
'Weird'
'Annoying'
one thing I know I'll forever be a failure to anyone who meets me.
I'm sorry mommy cause I'm not good enough.
I'm sorry to my friends because you have to deal with me
I'm sorry to anyone who meets me and has to hear my annoying voice
and I'm sorry for writing this.
