HappyGiraffe123

I wish that I would sit at home, 

A lovely book in hand, 

And look upon the struggling, 

I had once been so damned. 

Inspired by the poem 'Fog' by Carl Sandburg.

He comes quietly, night after night,

soft four-toed footprints in the frosted grass.

He rolls over, and over, stretching

A book lover who reads by flashlight and dreams of living in a cottage by the sea, 

and running a bookstore with tinted windows and plants spilling down shelves, 

I am angry at the world 

I am angry at it’s injustice 

I am angry at America 

I am angry that we let this happen 

I am angry at everyone

I do what I’m told

I have friends

I try my best

But it isn’t enough

I ninety feels bad

A failure

But for some people it’s a win

I don’t want to squash their victory

I don’t know how to feel

“Stop being a nerd”

“You’re the smartest kid in the grade”

“You’re a child prodigy”

“You’re an academic weapon”

Okay.

Fine.

Maybe I am.

But 

My grades

or winning a kahoot