Numbers throw us off balance
Like the words of "Failure" and "Judgement"
Seep our mistakes through dripping wounds
"Our lives depend on our grades" they say
"We cannot afford mistakes that could potentially ruin us"
"I'll be worthless with bad grades"
"Too much pressure... I can't take it"
"What choice do I have? The world defines me through letter grades and numbers"
79%
Almost there, but not quite
It's the bullets that pierce your hands
Because you blame yourself
And compare your abilities
To ones who are
"Naturally talented"
I was holding a gun to slash my enemies
When I should have been holding a sword
I didn't know any better
...
Am I still perfect in your eyes?
Am I still worth it?
Am I?
Why am I asking you this
It's my own voices that are taunting me...
Help
I'm losing myself
...
~We need to talk
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