Move Along
I move along.
My legs are weak, and I'm tired.
Exhausted, hungry, stressed
But I move along.
I have to know the square roots
I have to know the muscle tissues
I have to know what shirt will match my boots.
I can't come to terms with having my own issues.
So I move along.
"What's your gpa, what's your ACT?"
We all like to pretend that this is easy.
Why is it frowned upon to get a C?
Is he just using me? How could this be?
Whatever, move along.
I'm told to be myself, but not overbearing.
Yet in the morning I have to triple check what I'm wearing.
God forbid a guy do a double take.
Stop thinking, move along.
We are told to keep moving, to grow and prosper.
But yet we are held back from a world we didn't even know
we could conquer.
Our minds are so closed off in an education system,
and society that tears us apart and opens up flaws
that aren't even there.
I'm moving, and I'm scared.
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