Elite and isolated, the chicken and the egg Compare compare compare til there's none left in sight. 300 megapascals 400 degrees self imposed for constant metamorphosis Starve a little longer, validation will taste so good Your best is enough, and something you'll never reach How dare you sit before your legs give out on their own? Others are watching you flow perfect, astute, calm, collected Cover the plot holes in complex vocabulary until they resent you even more for not falling in like them Convince yourself you love it What's even worse, you kind of do Comfort that the chicken had to have come first Either way the reward would be worth the cost Or do you just lack the courage to stop paying it.
Emma Schenker is co-editor of the atala and ending her Junior year. She loves writing poetry in her free time, as well as engaging in other creative outlets such as musical theater and playing guitar.
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