Out, Standing
I have a 3.7
But I won’t reach heaven.
Everyone says that I am selfless
Truth is I could careless
I’m far from perfect
Worried someone will see my defect
I’m 20, a single-mother
And I’ve only adored my daughter
Don’t even care for my brother
I have an obsession
To understand true compassion
I will be a psychiatrist
To help people just like this
Others see me as adept
Often, even elegant
"She's knowledgeable, funny, and caring" others say
To the world I am Outstanding!
But in reality I am out, standing…
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