ₓ˚. ๑ ˚○◦˚ Spriraling children .˚◦○˚ ๑ .˚ₓ

"Academic validation"

The bright child,

The prodigy girl,

That who promised us a better job,

Someone whose only job was to prospere,

Someone who's old pride has now become a fear.



For I stand as my eyes float,

In a pool of regret and woe,

And i look to the paper, expecting to understand,

If i have done everything to become the best and only one.



The green number on the top right,

The well done on their fake smiles,

I never felt proud,

Only relived that I'd lived up to my old style.



Relived that I'd be the dinner conversation,

Relived that I'd be the braggin kind,

Relived that I'd still keep my wrenching identity,

Of the perfect golden child.