It's not the right term, I know.
I do because it will never go,
not for now at least. I'm not sure
how much longer it will endure.

But I'm guessing forever, as mean
lessons taught me to stay keen,
only to be erased by new experience,
as every one brings closer to brilliance.

Out in the open with our beliefs,
in the middle of an exam wearing
nothing more than old, stained briefs
and everyone stopped caring.

About brilliance, about beliefs, about mistakes,
when inside acceptance awakes.