Trying my best is my attitude.
Smiling is my mindset.
I enjoy learning. I enjoy school.
Awards are gifts.
This is who I am.
They make me happy,
Just like chocolates.
Christmas.
Daisies.
Reaching out and helping, is my way of sharing my happiness.
Overachiever.
Teacher's pet.
Snob.
Smart-ass.
Quit raising the bar so high up for us.
You don't get it.
You won't get it.
You don't feel our pain.
You can't relate.
You're you.
You won't understand what we're going through.
We get this. You get that.
Fuck off, they say.
Why is sharing a crime?
Why is being me a sin?
Why is there distance between ones who try
and ones who have yet tried trying?
Maybe I'm exaggerating things.
Am I exaggerating things?
I'm confused.
I'm lost.
I'm tired.
I'm human.
So I can do that, right?
Is there anyone out there who understands?
If one day, these labels
cease to exist.
So will the distance.
So will the discrimination.
I'm me. I'll be free.
And people, will enjoy Chocolates,
Christmas,
Daisies,
just as much as I do.