For most,
they fit the mold,
they sit neatly
within all the gaps,
morphing into
shapes society deems
worthy

I was another story

I failed the tests
I failed the assignments

My time was spent
not
trying to learn to be,
what,
I am not,
but who I wanted
to be

I wanted to discover
the forest from
the trees

I rejected their narratives
the so-called "model student"
I became myself

I became a life