Anonymous All Star

Am I good enough? Am I good enough really? I used to be smart. I used to be so talented. I used to be kind. I used to have a heart of gold but now it grows stone-cold. High Honor. Spelling  Bee. I still felt i wasn't good as me. Dancing made my heart fly but I saw the other dancers pass me by. Am I good enough? Am I good enough still? A star. An MVP. Coach's choice. Am I good enough for this reality? Sometimes I do well but never excel. I don't stand out and I burn out, just trying to reach the bare minimum. But then the bar was lowered. I didn't even have to try, but then before I could open my eyes I had fallen behind. Fallen back. Back. Back to average. Back to crying. Back to crawling. Back to wondering "Will I ever be good enough?"   I won. I got the best person. A ten. So perfect, so smart, so talented; such glee that a man like that could fall for me. But then I stop. And start to think. Will I ever be good enough to stand next to him? Accomplishments praise all things worthy, and  unenvied, but I can't compare. They look past me as I'm standing there. A DISTRACTION. That's all I am. Because I'm not the one who succeeds. I'm just there. I fail and I fail and I fail and I fail. The numbers drop. THEY'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO DROP. But down they go. They were supposed to go up. I tried this time. I tried and I tried and I tried But to no avail. Because despite all that I managed to fail. He's going to do great things, and I'm in the way. It doesn't matter if I try. My efforts are in vain. Because he has potential and I'm here to waste. They all rise. They all rise except for me. AM I EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE HERE? They're all smarter than me. I thought I could do it. I thought I could try. I've done it before so why couldn't I? Am I good enough where I am? No. I want to be good at something. I want to excel. I want to be successful and I want him to as well. I feel no jealousy for his success. He's perfect I could never love him any less. But I fear. I fear deep inside he'll realize his worth and leave me behind. Because here I am. Not special, No talent. my numbers decreasing. My chemicals unbalanced. I saw a future so bright made for me where everyone was happy and I DID succeed. But now all I see is I'm holding them back and I pray, pray I'll keep me on track. To strive to be better. To work for perfection. I know that HE loves me. But it's not his love I lack. The truth of the matter is I'm mourning my past. The only love I received was if I did something accomplished. the children would tease me, but the teachers gave me good conscious. I shone bright compared to others but now my spotlight fades. As I look to my future and my dreams wave. They wave. They wave goodbye. because all that I hoped for is hidden in doubt. Because I'm back to where I started. Am I good enough? Am I good enough really?

It was a normal school day when someone in my class mentioned Italy, so naturally, I get up and start doing the Dance of Italy. "It's the Dance of Italy, Woah, Woah, Woah." Then my eyes turned to horror as I realize, Unus Annus is dead. I let out a scream of terror, and run out of the room. The teacher, annoyed, goes to get me back in. But before he could even call he sees two streaks zip by him. One black, and one white. Then trembling he realizes they were none other than the Hee-Hoo and Melon Man. I'm running for my life, but I'm not fast enough. They catch me. The teacher watches me disappear with the black and white. Bleary-eyed I wake up on the otherside to Mark and EEF looking down on me, Amy behind them. They look disappointed. "I'm sorry. I-I did The Dance of Italy."