So talented, people said

With a pat on the head

My confidence could fill a town

Until the bridge came crashing down

“You suck” was an easy way out

For people who let their hatred spout

And the haters achieved their goal

I was stuck reading gossip news

Of why their hate became my toll

That caused all my middle school blues

Because when everyone gets on your back

For even being able to perfectly crack

Instead of letting the shards of your tears

Ricochet into a blend of broken years

I hate myself so much that loathing

Causes reasons to buy more clothing

And I’m not really perfect and I’m not right

But at least I’m over 5’3 in height

Not that it matters, but what I control

Is how and with who I roll

So don’t let others stick it to you

The man can’t tell me what to do

Straights A’s are all that’s straight

And perfect is a way to gate

How annoying I am to myself

How ruined I am to everyone else

Little Miss Perfect wasn’t funny

Today I can laugh at what others say

My ego is anything but sunny

So I’ll save my crap for another day

When you people can tune into what I say, when my words mean more than a penny, when hurting on the outside gets me noticed.

Until then I’ll push my glasses up my nose and answer your homework when it comes and goes.

Medals hanging down my neck are all you see of this nervous wreck.