Infiltration Poem by Safiyyah Manjra

So this is the infiltration,
Doing a dream which feels like an inhibition.

Captured between moments of unwanted recognition,
It difficult to excel in your last option.

I feel as if I am doing terrible in these in course test.
Every question I get wrong puts me at arrest.
I feel as if doing terrible has become part of the quest.

Trying to force myself to love something,
I have been completing,

I am not putting in the time,
Each day begins as a repeating crime.
Wasting each moment on the vine.

I want to excel,
Do well.

Even though it may not be what I love.
I want to see myself above.

At least where I am currently,
Trying to survive peacefully.