Bright lights and glittering cities
The world is an oyster
To be opened with the knives of the successful
That's what the careers master said
With his shiny suit and shiny smile
He has it all
And we can have what he has
He says
And we all feel so proud
And they all look so proud
And then someone shows teacher some fantastic achievement...
And I get home...and slip into miserable thoughts...
Torture myself, with thoughts of mediocrity
Of teenage angst, and its worthlessness
Of my achievements, and their rarity
Of my effort, and its scarcity
Of my own worth...
And the lack of it
A contest entry
- misery loves company... by nobodys-girl.
700 points, ended January 18, 92 entries
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Comments
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"Of my effort, and its scarcity
Of my own worth..." this is the part the really just stuck with me. it describes the feeling perfectly. thank you so much for entering my contest and best of luck! -
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Thank you for all three of your comments.
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