a disgrace.

You say I am a disgrace,

judge me based on my grades,

compare me to others,

and leave me in tears.

You tell me to be better,

so I wear myself thin day and night,

trying to become those I envy.

Is this love?

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I stay in my room,

withered,

while everybody around me enjoys.

The seasons each say hello.

The festivals?

They just go.

Now, you don’t even see me.

So I learn to handle it myself,

crumbling in my misery, alone,

hoping one day I’ll grow strong.