I'm going to be published
in the school lit mag.

I feel awkward
like I'm not myself
when I read what they edited
I don't feel like it's true

But I wrote it, just different.

It's a minor success
no real defeat,
no real victory.

Nothing real at all in the end.

These are just thoughts. Do not write them down, do not save them, do not even remember them. Forget, move on, pass up.

© J. Bernhard

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