Potential
Talks of the future
Turning into expectations
Turning into reality
Reality tugs at me like no other
Relentlessly pulling
Stretching me to thin ice
Just waiting to be broken
By what?
Test scores?
By your long awaited future
Future filled by preparation
In reality, all thats possessed is hope
For this damned potential to come through
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PoetryMy mind is like a poisoned apple. From a simple glance, everything seems fine. But once you taste it, it becomes a whole different story. . . . Highest Ranking: [#66 in Poetry]
