I just hate it,
absolutely hate it
when people say I'm smart
they don't see my grades,
they don't see her face,
or haer her voice
the disappointment.
the presure...
the failure...
and the knowing...
it hurts...it burns...it stings...
and then his face...
his voice...
you just want to cry...
they expect so much,
give so much
and all i give back...
is failure...
it hurts...it burns...it stings
giving up...
I've tried; it doesn't work
just makes it worse.
deny it; I've tried, it doesn't work
just makes it worse.
be a success; I've tried, it doesn't work
because I'm a failure...
it hurts...it burns...it stings...
to see their faces...
hear their voices...
the disappointment,
it hurts...it burns...it stings...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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