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-
Whispers travel in the halls at school
Weaving into people's brains
And people decide whether they like
What is going on
In a split second
There was this book
That I used to read
When I was younger
It talked about all these women
All these women
Who did amazing things
When magnets are placed the right way
They connect
When they're placed the wrong way
They use everything in their power to stay away
From each other
They resist
With a force
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