Average

My teacher branded me as average.

After being above average,

Judged on a scale from one to one hundred, or one to nine,

Makes no difference anymore.

I carry around the tattoo in my bag,

Of the red pen that corrected what I thought was right,

But was obviously wrong.

So the scars multiply and I thought it would be art,

The art of rebellion has always been so picky,

But instead it is just a mess of below average,

Solutions.