Success
Do
You
Want
To
Be
Perfect?
I
Feel
Like
That
Sometimes.
I
Want
To
Succeed.
But what does success mean?
What
If
It
Means
Being
Fake
And
Being
Congratulated
All
The
Time?
All the time
Pooled in awkward
Eyes, shifting
Left to right.
Maybe
I Don’t
Want To
Succeed.
Not
If It
Means
Not Being
Human.
For God’s sake.
Eff our capitalist society.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world