this isnt a poem. as if any of them are.

disappointment.

that is the single solitary feeling

I have

at my last day in highschool.

and I understand there isnt much

to simply

graduating

but

this is all I have at the moment

so please

take some time to read this through.

since childhood

I havent been much successful

at anything

but things

like

reading

and

art

and science

and obviously this seems

like a great deal

but I wasnt good with people

and I wasnt funny

and I wasnt pretty

and people were bored

but science was a great massive existence that

I could be in

be in without end

and I would end

I would end

before I even came close

to its tips

and that gave me

such comfort

the arts

the arts were an actual concrete

representation

of what it is

to be human

and I got to see

the journey of my ancestors

through it

and was there anything greater?

the highest form

of scholastic education

was

high

school.

I wanted to be small

this was science

after all

I wanted to

in comparecen to my

educators

be at the verg

of disappearing.

2 days from now

I will have taken

my last

final test.

I am not disappearing

I am living full frontally

with a great unhinging

unfulfillment

not even close to learning

or being

slightly displaced

disappointment

disappointment.

I am sorry

that how I feel is hurtful.

I know you put in

effort.

I dont exactly know why this isnt working

but I know it isnt.

and your absolute control over my

'grades'

that may or may not determine me

'future'

is almost burst out laughably

the least

of my concerns.