| I ride by, On my near academic failure, On my persistent stupidity, On my constant bad decisions. And from the sidelines, You scream at me, Not to make mistakes. But you do all you can, To ignore the ones I�ve made. And only when the world looks in, Do you take an interest, In my own personal failure. Only when you�re put on trial, Does my failure shine light on yours. You only put the leash on me, When inquiring minds want to know, �Why does such a bright young girl, Fail so often?� But since I am the dog, The answer is not heard, Nor expected, From me. And you quickly turn the blame, Into sympathy, You shout, �I don�t know why! I feel like such a bad parent!� And we all cry for you, And scowl at me. For I am such a horrible child, To cause a mother So much pain! I have only one response. One thing I request you know. I may not be the success, But I could be much greater a failure. |
| On Trial |
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