Stack Up

To the left of me, are the misfits: The kids who do not belong, but seem to stay here all along. The the right of me, are the guided: The kids who belong, seem to be going places and helping others along. Well, here I am. Stuck in the middle. My own high expectations break my reality. My parents enthusiasm runs me in riddles, Because I don't stack up when compared with others. I am of the color which makes it seem like I should have a 36 on my ACT, But I barely skip by with average grades, I put in effort and to my dismay I react, Because the kid with a 36 gets further every day. I work on robots and try my best, But I am looked as nothing more than a money with a wrench. A silly little kid who is okay, maybe a little bit obsessed. However, I still get ignored because I haven't been at it since I was seven years old. Every day that passes makes it seem so long. There is nothing to strive for when the world keeps kicking you along. For some reason I don't stack up next to the rest. Not quirky, not smart, just normal at best.