Success

Do

You

Want

To

Be

Perfect?

 

I

Feel

Like

That

Sometimes.

 

I

Want

To

Succeed.

 

But what does success mean?

 

What

If

It

Means

Being

Fake

 

And

Being

Congratulated

All

The

Time?

 

All the time

Pooled in awkward

Eyes, shifting

Left to right.

 

Maybe

I Don’t

Want To

Succeed.

 

Not

If It

Means

Not Being

Human.

 

For God’s sake.

 Eff our capitalist society.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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