I’m exhausted.

This education is fucking with me.

I’m a little bit terrified

That I’ve been led down the wrong path.

Maybe a little more than a little bit.

Maybe

I’ve followed the wrong path,

And these classes and grades and worksheets and tests aren’t the way to go.

I fear that I’m lost without them though,

And I fear what that tells me about myself.

But I still show up,

And just cover the fear

With layers and more layers

Of worksheets and tests,

Of convincing and manipulating

until it doesn’t even

Feel like denial.