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January 2002 Poetry Why do I have to be such a failure?
Why can’t I do anything right?
Seems like I’ll be in school forever,
and college is out of sight.
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I feel so useless,
like I’m nothing to all.
My head is hung low,
as I walk down the hall.
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Why can’t I get motivated,
to do any assignment?
My punishment, grounded,
solitary confinement.
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I’m used to being alone,
I’m used to the word fail.
And the only sound, my breathing,
inhale, exhale.
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All I can do is live,
yet I’m barely hangin’ on.
Each day of my life is numbered,
like the words of a song.
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Someday I’ll get it right,
someday you will see.
That the person hiding inside,
is the real me.
~*~ Jill ~*~
So from this, I gather you're in high school and feel like you will fail. Anyone who can write the work I have been reading here is plenty capable of passing public school. I should know--I'm a teacher. You need to hone your writing skills and think of that as a career. YOu apparently enjoy it or you would not have written over 400 poems without someone holding a gun to your head. LOL This work is beautiful and expressive. I've read college poetry that isn't half as well-written. Quit dumping on yourself. I've found that others will willingly do that for you and you don't need the extra negative voice. You have a talent. Take my word for it.
Jessica