Am I doing good enough,
Or are my essays just a bluff?
My teachers say I'm better than most,
But I feel like I'm burnt toast.
I'll go up in ashes and a puff.
I'm worried from classes,
Like most of the masses.
I need to get a hundred,
But instead I get dread,
That I won't get passes.
Why am I better here?
I'm in a reoccuring dream,
That in the end I'll fail,
Or I'll fall subject to a (fe)male.
Give my soul time to collect in a pail.
You tell me the work is fine,
But my time is a thin line.
Tell me what's wrong,
I'll power through because I'm "strong."
Ignore that I'm living like Frankenstein.
Don't look at my sleep,
Or that I'm lost in the deep,
Don't look at my health,
Pretend I have stealth.
The road won't always be steep.
Just let me fix it,
It doesn't matter if I get hit.
I just need to prove them wrong.
To show them I won't wear a thong.
I don't want sex or to get bit.
I'm doing well,
But what if I fell?
I don't know what to do.
I'm stressed more than a few.
And it's not hard to tell.
My friends shouldn't worry,
But I am pretty sorry,
That I'm now more uptight,
And that if I need to eat I fight.
My future is blank and blurry.
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PoetryThis is a book of poems made from my imagination and passions. I hope some of you can enjoy the passions and ideas that have birthed themselves onto paper and were transcribed here. Enjoy! Bye Bye! Highest ranking: 964 #27 on #pray #35 on #think
