• My brain doesn’t work mathematically or scientifically.

    No matter how hard I work, no matter how many hours of studying I put in, no matter how much tutoring I get, I’m not going to understand it.

    So could you stop shoving this down my throat?

    I don’t have time to do the things that I am good at. That I do understand.
    I don’t have time to appreciate the first chill of winter.

    Or the sunset on any given day. Or the slow progression of warmth during sunrise. Or the sweet accomplishment of finishing a book.

    These hoops you have me jump through are slowly choking me.
    I’m afraid if you continue…there’ll be nothing left of me to choke.

    I don’t want my dreams to fall, but you’ve left me no choice.

    You’ve made me lower the goals of my future.
    You’ve made me rethink the greatness that everyone sees in me.
    You’ve made me doubt myself to the point where I can only face the future with fear and tears.

    I was never this weak.
    I was always strong.

    But you’ve ripped my strength from me and spit on my weakness.

    If I become a failure, I will blame your useless teachings.

    Because it’s not my fault that I cannot conform to your hoops.
    It’s your fault that you’ve made your hoops so conformed.