Growing up, I would always be praised for my intellect

For how fast I could select

The right answer

Tests, information,

“Hurry, make a selection,”

Pick the right answer

Yet no matter how much I see

No matter what I try to be

The right answer is never me

“Pay attention, write,”

“Choose the answer that is right,”

And it was never me

And I could try to get it out of my system

Cry the reasons, yell them, list ‘em

But I was never the right answer

No, I was not even a choice

What point is there in making noise?

If I was never the right answer

Truth is, I don’t do well with deadlines

Pressure is an enemy of mine

Because I can’t choose the right answer

Who am I? Where do I belong?

Your insistence rings in my head like an atrocious song

And I can’t focus on choosing the right answer

So what is my worth? Where do I stand?

If there’s so many things I can’t understand

That I can’t even pick the right answer

If the dark corners make me feel so strong,

Can it be here where I belong?

Through the tears, I can finally pick the right answer

I question myself every time I try

In fear it might be wrong and make me cry

If the right answer is not what I thought it would be

How, how will I ever be recognized?

But I’ve set my fear aside as I’ve realized

The right answer, it was always me