I LEARNT TO THE BOOK
FROM WORD TO WORD
BUT WHY AM I STILL LABELED
OF UNWORTHINESS
WHEN I SPENT SLEEPLESS NIGHTS WORKING
WHEN I SKIPPED MEALS JUST SO I COULD STUDY MORE
WHEN I READ THE BOOKS OVER AND OVER AGAIN IN FEAR OF FAILURE
WHEN I PRACTICED TILL MY HANDS WERE BRUISED WND STAINED WITH BLUE INK
WHEN MY EYES WOULD BE SO HEAVY I WOULD FALL ASLEEP ON MY DESK
WHY IS IT STILL NOT ENOUGH
WHY WAS I STILL
NOT GOOD ENOUGH
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A/N : It was an 'off day' for me, so please excuse the angrily written caps
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Lucid Thoughts - poetry | ✓
Poetry➸ lucid thoughts of a wandering mind At daylight, at twilight and at midnight
