First a question I couldn’t answer, then a camp I couldn’t join.
Earlier on: a scholarship I couldn’t win, a sports and a debate team I couldn’t join, an internship I couldn’t land, a story I couldn’t finish, and a boyfriend I couldn’t have.
Feeling like hiding under a blanket, never to resurface again. Rejection hurts so badly.
Envisioned myself an ordinary teacher, buried in an avalanche of meaningless answer scripts, books, meetings and whatnot at 30 years old.
Clawed my skin like X-Men, red-hot blood oozing out like lava, to return to the limelight