Looking down at this test, my brain cannot rest and I know that I will not do my best.
I cannot fail another test.
Another weight has been added to my chest.
My parents are yelling and my lies aren't selling.
I cannot fail another test.
My head beats with the sound of a drum and my mind screams at me. Telling me to run.
When the teacher stops teaching and when everyone starts leeching and the tires start screeching to a halt I realize that this is my fault.
My refusal to understand that what you have in your hands is what determines my future.
A future full of failure.
YOU ARE READING
Words.
PoetryThis is a book I write in to relieve my mind of the horror it creates for itself. Poems or not, they're words. Definitions or examples, they're words. My words. Read it or not, they're my words.
