Are you bored yet?

I am the trophy kid, or say, I was a prized possession,  A show off material, A thing of pride, A child with genius mind. My worth was in achievements. Labelled on paper with column of A's  Written with red pen praises-  Good, excellent, outstanding kid  Those were the labels that I had. All that academic validation  Took over my brain  My whole identity got based around that-  I have to be good, work with those set of rules  Be a good girl,  Don't do this, don't do that.  The rush in these things, blew my fuse. With time the burnout came           and then I lost that place,  because all I am is  the tarnished metal, the rusted hollow inside, the useless empty sculpt,  nothing without those labels   not good enough to be ...

It starts with blurred fine line from consignment of doubts unpacked every nightfall for the search of answers, in haste the more complicated, and overwhelming it gets, a stampeding noise within the mind for all the 'what is this?' Is it, childish thoughts of trauma or vileness constrained within my flesh love from the heart or just sickly whimsical to belong somewhere true hatred towards life or just melancholic dissatisfaction another lost, despondent person or really defeated at last? I can't comprehend 'what am I?' so as the dawn arises, leaving the quest of searching an identity, in the obscurity I, like most of people, put on that cursed veil of deception pretending to be something. And...