As I grasp it into my hands,
T'was heavy, t'was gold
T'was with sparkling colors
It held the weight of the world—
But not the weight of my heart

People hung it to my neck,
Not knowing it was strangling me
Overloaded my mind with the unnecessary
Looked up to me with false dignity

My brain
is not a cabinet
Which you fill with everything
Til it breaks and overloads
Just to be functional

My scores
Are not my self-description
To testify my being
Not even a tiny piece—
Of who I really am

My birth is not to impress you
Not to give you smiles
Not to please you
But to be myself
I am born to be me

You have seen me wore the medal
But you haven't seen my cries
While the rope was touching my neck
While the medal was strangling me
'Til my last breath.







(Writer's Note: If you're a student having problems with your grades depsite your efforts, this poem is for you. Never let your scores define you. You are more than that. Keep striving!)