when you are worth nothing more than a grade to those who should love you most then what are you, really?
are you a man? are you a boy? are you a good son? a good brother? or just a number? what are you, really?
what's the point of trying hard to please them all because when you fail, as you undoubtedly will, then what are you, really?
a number, some letters and expectations that grow faster than the mind or the body can hope to keep up with lead to broken dreams and without dreams, then what are you, really?
just a rag doll, tossed from person to person, clinging desperately, hoping for a glimpse of appreciation, of wanting, of love and affection, because without that then what are you, really?
they say you must love yourself before you love others but when it seems like nobody else loves you it's quite impossible to love yourself
because if they don't love you then who could?
high school student age 17 unweighted gpa: 4.0 weighted gpa: 5.286 accepted to college out of state status: dead inside