I am constantly reminded I am supposed to 
Be the gifted child, brain of gold stuffed with
Motivation and information but truly there
Is only the deprivation of time and experience.
The pressure is making me delirious. Even 
Expulsion and C’s cannot relieve me of my
Shining title, the golden child, falsely put on
A pedestal pretending to be my mother’s idol. 

I don’t know how to tell her gold isn’t my
Color; I really only wear silver now. My 
Aspirations are still a blur, pieces of potential 
Jumbled within. The golden glow will eventually
Dull, and the tarnish of soft silver will set in.