#WritcoPoemPrompt32
The sun rises and sets everyday,

An unbroken cycle of hope,

An awakening of expectations...

A never ending cycle.

They used to call me smart,

call me bright,

call me gifted,

And a part of me took pride in reading faster than other kids did.

Because when things where I was standardised,

And I was timed,

And I was tested-

That if I could prove that I was WORTHY of love and attention.

Now I am no longer smart,

no longer bright,

no longer gifted.

And I can't focus on anything if it takes me longer than seven minutes.

Yet I still scrape and search, and crave to earn that validation

That I could STILL be worthy and deserving of love and affection
© SadVerity