You're gone now,
but I can focus on me.
I can copy and paste more smiles on,
while deleting my feelings and opinions.
I'll turn on autocorrect,
and format myself the "right" way.
I'll accept suggestions from my peers,
and stop straying from the rubric.
Maybe this way, I'll be worthy of an A.
I won't become the F that's in everyone's brain.
So the revision begins, even if what's inside me ends.
Wish me luck, I can't take another failing grade.