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Madi Sep 2017
We, as a society, tiptoe around not being sufficient.
Because what if somebody’s not strong enough and that hurts their feelings?
Well, trust me, I’m past that stage.
I know I’m not good at this.
I know I must work harder.
But why do I even have to try?
Why do I have to do this?
I’m never going to use it again.
Just right now.
For you.
You want to see me do this.
You want it done well,
But all I can do is fail.
So I guess that’s what you’re going to get.
Because I quit.
Madi Sep 2017
you hold the key to my happiness.
dangling it above my head
i can't reach it on my own
you'd have to give it to me
but you wont
and i know that now
you’ll let others climb above me
but you'll still dangle it above my head
because it is mine after all
with one hand you hold it up
the other holds my arms down
the best i can do is hit it with the top of my head
i can’t grab it
it can’t be mine
but i can hit it and so i feel it and understand it
but it will never be mine
why do you torture me so?
Madi Sep 2017
Days like this I just need to step back.
Realize that life *****.
And I better get over it soon.
Life ***** and is beautiful at the very same time.
I want the lessons I learned today to last forever,
But I want this day to end.
I want all the wounds of the past to close back up.
I want to stop reminiscing.
Reminiscing on being oblivious.
Reminiscing on the hate going on around me.
Reminiscing on the hate I was creating for myself.
But is it really reminiscing if it’s still there?

But I mean, I’m just like the others.
I’m just taking my time.
Going slowly. Passively.
Give myself chances to jump out of the pool that I will someday drown in.
Because you see, in a pool, you can get out.
But when you jump off an airplane into the middle of the ocean,
You’re stuck.
And I know I’m scared of the ocean,
But aren’t we meant to be daring?
I'm scared one day I’ll lose it.
And the pool will start transforming into an ocean, and I’ll let it.
I’ll stop swimming so close to the edge.
But until then, I’ll keep tiptoeing on the bottom.
Madi Sep 2017
Nice try.
I find it hilarious that you think you can make me better.
Good joke.
You must like jokes.
You try to make it fun.
Because I’ll do better and work harder and get better grades and honestly I’ll just be perfect if it’s fun.

Does it have to be fun?
Why can’t you just let me hate this on my own?
Why won’t you let me fail?
You have to fail to let me learn.
At least that’s what that big poster on the wall says.
Should I believe that, or you?

At this point I could be talking about synonyms.
Failing and passing.
You and the poster.
Feeling good and feeling like I’m drowning.
I’ve heard you only understand feeling like you’re doing okay if you’ve felt bad.
But doesn’t it work the other way around sometimes?

I feel like I’m drowning and yet the number on the screen says I’m fine.
That number defines me.
I’m not allowed to feel any different.
Not allowed to feel any other emotion.
I can’t be happy, I can’t be sad, I can only be a number on a screen.
Is that really all I am?

You say I should try harder.
Loosen up a little bit.
I shouldn’t fail. There’s no need.
No need to understand human emotion. That wasn’t on your resume.
All I am is a number.
Just a number who can’t do this.

— The End —