scars of expectation

The mind will never be at peace: Until... The ink has vanished, the printer is broken, sheets of stacked paper are all completed in one pile waiting for reflection in the final battle; the mind is yet still fragile and vulnerable to the perceptive idea of numbers. Numbers, oh how much authority they hold in black disguise. Burning in a hot tunnel of dismay, expectations going through the roof, What was my victory is now some stupid 'average' that everyone still gasps at. I may be competent but the effort is not being symbolised through sheets of paper. Peace is a scandal, there will never ever be true peace until acceptance comes your way, only the strongest warriors who have resilience, perseverance are the strongest ones.