Tell me again,
how I'm not good enough.
Tell me again,
how I must strive to be better,
in order to be accepted
not only by the best colleges,
but also by my peers.
No one likes a stupid girl, right?
I'll bring home a B as a final grade,
but you'll stick me in tutoring anyway,
Because of what a test grade has to say.
Is this encouragement?
Or is it simply what you're using,
to mask the disappointment?
Don't think I can't see it.
You're saying with a smile,
that this will be good for me,
but in reality, you think I need it,
just to get by.
Tell me again
to try harder.
Just signal me with your eyes!
I don't need you to voice it.
Tell me again
Tell me, over and over,
and over again.
And with every time you voice your opinion,
I'll scream louder,
I know.
I know I am not good enough.
One day I will lose my voice telling you.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 12:28 PM UTC
Tell me again,
how I'm not good enough.
Tell me again,
how I must strive to be better,
in order to be accepted
not only by the best colleges,
but also by my peers.
No one likes a stupid girl, right?
I'll bring home a B as a final grade,
but you'll stick me in tutoring anyway,
Because of what a test grade has to say.
Is this encouragement?
Or is it simply what you're using,
to mask the disappointment?
Don't think I can't see it.
You're saying with a smile,
that this will be good for me,
but in reality, you think I need it,
just to get by.
Tell me again
to try harder.
Just signal me with your eyes!
I don't need you to voice it.
Tell me again
Tell me, over and over,
and over again.
And with every time you voice your opinion,
I'll scream louder,
I know.
I know I am not good enough.
One day I will lose my voice telling you.
I hate standardized testing.
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