Ok so this is just a random peom i wrote, please everyone remember you cant see whats in people's heads. i am a grade and a half ahead in math and have been reading at a collage level since 5th grade, but that doesnt mean i never stress abt school ^^ this is my first peom ever so be nice lol also, im completly open to feedback i promise i wont be offended i want to be able to write better. !also!: True Love- an aro/ace poem- https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1311202842/ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Smart Girl (V.3) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My life is perfect, right? I am the smart girl. I get good grades, I do well in class, you come to me for help. When I was little, I got praise because I was the smart girl, the good girl, the sweet, kind, and helpful girl. But the older I get, the less the praise comes. A's are not unique to me now; they just are me. Because how can a B+ girl be the smart girl? But I'm the smart girl. My life is perfect... right? I'm the smart girl. I'm too smart for Bs. I'm the smart girl, of course, I can explain the answer. But what if I can't? If I don't explain the answer, if I don't know? Am I still the smart girl? What if I don't know the answer, what if I get an 80? That's a good grade, but not for me, not for the smart girl. People see my perfect grades, my kind smile, my "effortless" As. But you don't see the way I hesitate before every answer, the way I question myself for days after explaining something to you, wondering if I gave you the wrong answer, and if it's my fault, if you'll blame me when you get it wrong. The way I go to bed, wondering what I am if not for the smart girl. But I'm the smart girl. My life is perfect... right? Except when I get a 98, it's not a 98 percent success. It's a 2 percent fail. And when I'm at the top of the class, there's nowhere to go but down. And what if once, just once, I just don't know? Am I still the smart girl then? But I'm the smart girl. My life is perfect... right?
