“Pop quiz!”
Its judgment day
Everybody’s nervous want to run away.
The kid who didn’t study
The kid who didn’t sleep
The kid who’s in the hallway to go privately weep.
The teacher says “It’s kinda hard.”
There goes the shard.
Of stability, of hope,
No just humility.
Everybody’s cryin‘
Or beggin’
For mercy
Am I the only one the courtesy to
hide away.
Hide away from my problems.
Hide away and leave them be.
I’ve failed,
Big fat F
I don’t wanna talk about it.
Why haven’t you left?
Yeah, I’m laughing.
I’m crying.
It feels like I’m dying.
“It’s not that deep”
“Girl just relax.”
There goes my grades, I’ve paid the tax
For not studying
For neglecting my duties as a student.
Teacher, if you’re so good,
I’ll let you do it.
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