From time and time again
you proceed to state
how you expect more from me,
how you expect me to reach
such high expectations,
and how you know that I have
that potential to do so.
Yet, I don't know how or why
you proceed to tell me.
Because when I look at myself
I see nothing but a failure.
Absolutely nothing but a failure.
(pause)
Because, you can give me a day,
you can give me a week,
or perhaps give me a month,
and I'll study until my brain hurts.
But, Like I have before in the past
I will just end up failing you
and your expectation of me.
So, why do you keep telling me that I can
when all I seem to do is fail you
and your greatest expectations?
Each test you pass. Unexpectedly, you have surpassed. Is a testament to one simple fact. You've arrived..... iip
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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