This morning I woke up and I only wanted to tell the truth.
Like, last night was a total error in judgment; I am

mismanaging my life. I'd hire a replacement if one should apply.
There are two girls inside me that have been killed. Nonviolently

snuffed out by persistent doubt and reckless influence. I am taking my 
laptop into the tub, I am going to write a letter. To my father, I will say,

forget the medals, I went for medals. This letter becomes a book titled 
Continual Failure & Disappointment; my editor will rename it,

Human Achievements. My father will say, the gold, the gold,
but really delights in the calculated leap. I stay quiet and swing low.

Swing low until the sun sets, and I feel free.