Chapter 1
I see my achievements on the wall
Plastic lungs of acdedamia
Trophies galore
Medals that shimmered like the moon
Crowded the walls
Paper lined with numbers high
Business after business after business
They fly
And I feel empty
I feel nothingness clothe me ,
I sleep in a room of plastic gold
I feel empty ,
I’ve done it all and nothing at all,
I feel empty ,
My tears rusting with the metal crowns,
On the walls ,
Even this poem shall decay, die and rot ,
And in the end I will just empty,
