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High expectations

For myself

Fear of failing

Is something I will never

Escape

Each red mark

On the paper

Another mark

To myself

My confidence

My pride

The papers around me

I turn away from them and gaze out the window.

The clouds gather in large gray clumps across the sky.

Painting everything below them in shades of gray.

My mind wanders to the only place I don’t ever want to go again.

The wind sings-
she gathers stories, whispering tales of people lost long ago.

she tells them to me
but I forget as soon as she is gone.

As long as I can remember, 

I always saw myself engulfed in anger, 

Repeatedly speaking out to my classmates  

For reasons I didn’t know. 

Ingredients: 

At least 5 blankets 

Warm fuzzy socks 

Halloween themed pajamas 

Your favorite stuffed animals