An exam, one that fills my existence with anxiety,
A question mark in regards to my success, quite close, yet so far away,
Determined by a tick, determined by a well put together answer.
As the earth prepares my path, I gather myself together and exchange stolen glances with the rest of the class,
A drop of each heart, leading to an individual passing out,
While the rest of us tremble,
Folding our hands in an attempt to pray,
An odd move,
Picking the interest of an enemy, a teacher,
One that barely taught a soul, yet expects a higher grade,
An illusioned aspiration which could lead to a raise, a sign of praise,
One that took part in the destruction of a learner, as each pill of depression gathers itself in our mouths as the importance of an exam sands the importance of our mental health, our lives and fear exposes us to suicide,
A dear friend, one that ends our misery, while destroying every breath,
As death does not affect the dead, but the living.
