the only poem

i ever really wrote, sounded something like this.

Uncertainty is a crushing blow
To the fragile minds of teenagers
Destined for greatness
Say the teachers.
But to the cruel and hook nosed strangers
Glancing at test scores and grades,
Greatness can be easily mislabeled
As potential, and failure.
And to the bosses
With six digits in their paychecks,
The nervous man holding a resume
In his suit and tie just outside the office door
Is lost and does not belong here.
He is a mistake.
To broken dreams and dying aspirations,
We must cradle fragile memories
Like baby birds in the palm of our hands,
And only focus on keeping them alive,
Lest the jolt of reality hurl us back to Earth,
And snap the necks of immortal memories.