TROPHY KID.
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 displayed.
they don't like me anymore
and I'm a disappointment because
who wants something
that doesn't have a value
to be shown around?¿
