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32. Failure

Haha, good old times. I got kicked out of running for student council because I missed one stupid meeting. Oh well, shit happens. This was sort of hard to get over, though... So I wrote a complaint letter to the principal- WOW- idiot move of me. Unforgettable though.

May 27, 2009- Olga Taratuta

Failure is the predator, I am the prey
Why does nothing ever go my way?

I have learned, long ago, that life is unfair
Cannot the bad luck travel elsewhere?

I try my best; and I’m shoved to the floor
What is the point of trying anymore?

Yet when I tumble hard on my face
I brush off my knees and stand up in grace

I am not a loser! I deserve the first prize
Then why are there glossy tears in my eyes?

I am enraged, injustice is hard to accept
Yet their cold hearts are draft and inept

I try to be novel, I try to be brave
But opposing the principal sent me to the grave

What did I accomplish for standing up for myself?
Is there anything I gained from rebelling against authority itself?

I am not running for student council, I have to breathe that in
I tried everything I could but there’s bricks where their hearts should’ve been

Yet she is standing there with a honeyed big grin
When there’s eruption gnawing my nerves and steaming out of my skin

They tell me to take it easy, I can try next year
Even though they hate me now, they’ve made it very clear

The evil side has won, that’s not how it’s supposed to be
This loathsome inequity keeps on trailing me

I tried and I failed, I am a castaway and mess
But without failure, there would be no thing as success

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