I'm so torn about my grade
I studied all the notes that I made
I wish I could go back,
But I know I would still lack
I had a meltdown,
And the smudged makeup is making me look like a clown
I wipe the tears off,
And hide the hiccup cough
I admit defeat,
I should've cheat
What are these thoughts going through my head?
I'm hanging from a thread
I look at my covered floor
It looks like a messed up store
With all my papers torn from my rippings
All that's left are the remaining trimmings
I wish I wasn't so torn,
But I can't help it, that's just how I was born
I know I tried my best,
Now I deserve to rest
My overthinking is getting the best of me,
But I know I'll just have to let it be.