You wonder why I'm hesitant to talk to you - but when I try,
you go over every word in a red pen, pointing out each hint
of an error; so I stumble even more, until I finally fall, and you roll your eyes
and shake your head. If you catch even a glint
of a precious chance to prove me wrong, and yourself right,
you snatch it up without a pause - without a thought
about the way it will burn into and brand my mind, and keep me awake at night,
under I wonder why I even bothered - why I even fought
for a moment where you would be proud of me.
So I don't try again. I sit in a dark corner quietly
and try not to exist.