I woke up this morning unrested
Upset that today, I’d be tested
Is this all a joke?
Or did I have a stroke?
I’m depressed by the tears manifested.
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I walked into the room and sat down
Cuz I knew I’d end up in the pound
That test stares at me
As I count up to three.
And I feel my face morph to a frown.
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All these words–are they even real?
My confusion I tried to conceal…
The numbers all mix
And my head’s in a fix.
These Math problems make me want to keel.
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Seconds passed and the time then was up.
I guessed on the ones I got stuck.
I handed it in
With an unsightly grin.
I knew I had run out of luck.
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By the end of the day I was green.
An unbearable sight to be seen.
That test had me beat
So I flailed in defeat...
What a wonderful day it had been.
About the Creator
Holly Nace
Library nerd. I write stories, books, and poems. My poetry delves into the melancholy and bright, the painful and the wistful. I hope my words resonate with and inspire others.
"Tomorrow is too far away
So I will live just for today."
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