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
Are clear
And beautiful
Unlike me
And my paper
Self doubt
Creeps in
In the shape of
A
C-
I have never wanted
Something more than I do now
The problem is
I don't know what
I don't know what
I long for
What I reach for
It's like a dream
Blurry and unrecognizable
I want this thing
In the car
After dark
With the headlights shining
On the wet pavement
Like stars on the ground
I curl up in my seat
And the news is on
Voices fill the car
Not my own
Not my dads
I want that feeling
The thing in books
In movies
The fictional love
The one I dream about
The one that I see online
The one I read about
I want not just the butterflies
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