School
Constant pressure,
constant, constant pressure,
constantly pressure.
I could not perform
I could not satisfy them
I could not be what they wanted me to be
I could not deliver
I could not be
so I diminished myself
to someone who wasn’t
or soon would not be.
I hated it.
I hated my life with them.
I hated my life.
They wanted it from me.
They hated who I was not.
And I was miserable
for 12 years,
for 6 more years,
then for 3 or so more
till I finally said.
Stay. Away. From. School.
it is killing you.
But my soul kept trying
to redeem itself.
Trying to heal this wound in my heart.
Dec 2011
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