High expectations
For myself
Fear of failing
Is something I will never
Escape
Each red mark
On the paper
Another mark
To myself
My confidence
My pride
The papers around me
Are clear
And beautiful
Unlike me
And my paper
Self doubt
Creeps in
In the shape of
A
C-
Imagine if
Every book came with a key
A key that opened a door
Into the book
Into the worlds
That are your happy place
Escape from reality
Taken to a new level
The joy found in between the pages
I always thought it would be like the movies
Beach trips and ice cream
Field trips and cheering on sports teams
Late nights with fairy lights
My first kiss
That feeling of bliss
It’s not
I'm American born and raised
not enough pay
I'm an American women through and through
women don’t get to choose
I live in Vermont
why does he always get what he wants
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